He can't walk, but he can CLIMB!

This very joyful baby, full of surprises and determination, amazes me. You'd think with four kiddos I wouldn't be shocked too much; not with this boy--you never know what he'll do next.

Here he is doing what babies do: wanting to play with train pieces while chewing on their mother's circa-1970ish little people. And wondering how many tries it would take to sit on the scuffed, full of his sisters' scribbles, hand-me-down train table, instead of just standing there.

(Disclaimer: while you are looking at his progress, please ignore his sloppy attire. He wore this outfit to church yesterday and then came home and played so hard (while plotting his climb today, I'm sure) that he fell asleep in his crib while waiting for his nighttime bottle. I didn't have the heart to wake him up and put on his jammies. When he got up this morning, I couldn't keep this squirmy tike still long enough to snap all 150 (at least) snaps, so I just snapped two together on his backside to keep the overalls out of his way. So he looks a bit goofy...but, hey, it's just real life around here.)

One foot in...(what do you think he's thinking here? If only I had words for this expression...)
Oh, frustration!
That was just a momentary blimp... now two feet in:
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...
Up and almost over...

He did it! (Yeah!--I think...)

What do you think he'll tackle next? The bookcases and dressers are being bolted TODAY!

And when he finally learns to walk, we'll just stay out of his way. Because if he can't get around you, he might just walk over you! :)