Oh Parker, Parker, Parker. What will we do with you! You are our daredevil, and you're gonna kill yourself if you're not careful, or I don't keep a close eye on you. I've taken to calling you Addy, as she's the only other girl I know who likes to climb quite so much. Daddy's thrilled, he's deemed you the athlete, while I'm wondering how to keep you alive long enough to excel at any sport. Since you started walking a few weeks ago (slipping that in here since I forgot to mention it previously) you also think that you can climb Kilimanjaro. I find you standing in your chair, in Payton's chair, trying to climb/stand on your little play table, and yesterday you got mad becuase you couldn't figure out how to climb up onto the kitchen chair. I'm guessing we're only weeks from that. The funniest part is that even when you get up into your chair and fall, you just do it again. Never tears, never fears, just do it again and again. You crack me up dragging heavy toys around the house, as if you really need to contribute to the clutter around here. Today you were picking up a ball that Payton can hardly carry around because it's so heavy, and yesterday it was the BIG ball that I still can't figure out how someone with such a small wingspan could even grasp. You do it all, just grinning at me from ear to ear.
Here are two videos, blue shirt is 2 weeks previous to the one with the chair. PROGRESS!
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