Little Tarzan

I remember when we went to baby class before the little man was born.  I remember learning how to swaddle and change a diaper; I remember learning how to give him a bath, but I do not in any way remember them telling us anything about him climbing out of his crib.

Walking into his room and seeing this is like 50% scary and 50% funny as hell.  (Actually it’s more like 30 – 70).  Getting this little goober to go to sleep now just became infinitely harder.  Now he sits up plans exactly how he’s going to get mom and dad to come running into the room.  He’s playing us like a fiddle.  Climb up, cry a little, stare into the monitor and wait.  He knows it, we know it… we’re going to come and make sure he doesn’t take a swan dive onto mommy’s chevron carpet.

He loves the attention.  He loves that when he stands up he gets uber attention (not to mention the fact that we laugh and whip out our cameras.  I talked to my mom tonight and she said I used to do the same thing.  She says I need to just let him do his thing and eventually he’ll get tired of climbing up and standing.  I guess she’s right.

Here’s to another long night!