he's king of the hill... or maybe the tv stand

The boy is suddenly a climber. Heaven help us all. Today I left him alone in the living room for 2.5 seconds while I got myself a soda from the fridge and when I returned I found him standing on the TV table, snout to screen with the television deeply engrossed in an important chat with Elmo.

Later in the day I returned to find him perched on a table near our fireplace, one foot on the tabletop, the other foot on the window sill, stretching with all his might to reach our mantle. I firmly believe that if he had gotten a finger hold he would have found a way to swing himself onto the mantle, at which point I would have immediately enrolled him in some type of spiderman-esque gymnastics academy.

He has been sighted teetering on the back of the sofa, hopping on his rocker, and pretty much doing his best to clamber atop anything that stays still long enough for him to get a grip. I should mention that he is utterly incapable of dismounting his perches. Needless to say, I am bracing myself for the first ER visit. Gulp.