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August 13, 2001
I found this article (whilst looking for other things):
Coping With Climbers
http://geoparent.com/ages/toddlers/climbers.htm
This is exactly Jake. He stood on one foot when learning to stand. And he is forever 'peeping', always has done it.
(grin) *And* I was a climber. To this day, I'll walk past a tree and think 'Man, that's a *perfect* climbing tree.' I was climbing trees when I was pregnant with Jake. (laugh!) (It was the mulberry tree in the back. I had a craving. What can I say?) My thing was always trees, but I've also climbed water towers, fences galore (walking along the tops of fences was a favorite thing), rooftops, semi-trucks, basketball hoops (wounded myself quite badly on that one, sliding down the pole and caught the inside of my knee on a rogue bolt, still have a neato scar), garages, swingsets (sitting on the horizontal bar where the swings dangle), cabinets... I've never fallen to the ground from a great height, and I have wickedly good balance, but I have fallen and caught myself before hitting the ground many times. It usually really hurts when you do that. (laugh) Oh, and there was a wasp nest in one of the water towers I climbed, and I nearly fell and killed myself trying to climb back down as fast as humanly possible. :)
(sigh) If Jake is gonna be like me, I'm both relieved and dreading it. I was always fearless but careful, so survived my childhood intact. (I've never even sprained anything, no broken bones, nuthin' but a few interesting scars.) But I would climb *anything* that seemed climbable. I climbed the brick wall at my middle school. And up into a belfry without a ladder, into attics without ladders, out windows, over porch rails... (laugh) I climbed *a lot*.
(sigh/grin)
Today, Jake is 31 months old. Thirty-one months ago, he was born. Yes, I know that sounds redundant, but it keeps hitting me anew, how much he’s grown and how it seems he always been the way he is now. And I look at Logan, who is three and a half months old, and I remember that Jake was once that size. It’s awe inspiring, really.
Despite the way he’s been driving me insane lately, I have been often struck with how beautiful he is, simply perfect, elfin. Especially when he’s asleep. (laugh) And even though all you’ve been reading about him lately is how “energetic” he’s been, there are many moments of tenderness. He is very into giving hugs and kisses, saying please and thank you, saying ‘bless you’ and sorry… It’s overwhelming how my heart can be so full of love at one moment, and be so angry the next, and then be afraid for his life, back to warm-fuzzy love again. Jake takes me in emotional circles all day long. And on the whole, I think it’s probably fabulous. :)
Logan also inspires a great deal of emotion, almost entirely pleasant ones. Lately, it’s been sheer wonder. He’s growing so fast! He’s actually wearing Jake’s clothes, clothes that Jake can still wear. The boys are only about 12 pounds apart, and Logan is so long… Logan can no longer wear any of the infant clothes he has because they are either too short or too tight around the arms and legs. I’ll try to get the picture I have of Logan sitting in Jake’s lap scanned in. It’s rather incredible.
It’s all simply incredible. Everything about the boys is incredible.
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