James, Sheryl, Fionna and Abby on the lake

The niblet has learned to climb...a little bit too well. I was sitting at the dining room table doing some internet banking; we let her run around on the main floor pretty much unsupervised, as we have the entire level baby-proofed, or so we thought. Generally, the only trouble she can get into is recording random shows on the PVR, or "reorganizing" the spice cupboard and Tupperware drawer. Well, this time, I had that sneaking suspicion that things had suddenly gotten a bit TOO quiet. I looked over my shoulder and there she was...ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER! And if that weren't enough, she had a greasy barbecue fork in her right hand and was getting set to stand up and wave it around.

Oh great.

As it turns out, we had left the pull out steps to a step-stool flipped down in the "Please Climb Me" position and Fionna obliged. So, I extracted the fork, hauled her back down and took a few pictures (above) as she proceeded to climb back up again about six or seven times in a row. She still has little idea how to back down off stairs or high objects. Does anyone know how to teach a kid this? Yesterday, she got trapped on top of the electronic keyboard...