Here is a list of places I have found P. in the last week:
- sitting on every couch and chair in the living room
- sitting on the square coffee table
- sitting on the rectangular coffee table
- sitting on the top of the toy shelves (which she would only have been able to reach by climbing over from one of the chairs)
- standing in her high chair
- sitting on top of the kitchen table (which required her to push my backpack over next to a chair, climb onto the backpack, climb onto the chair, and then climb onto the table)
- standing on the back of the couch (not the cushions, the back frame of the couch itself), holding on to the window sill, having pushed out one of the screens and allowed the (indoor only) cat to escape (luckily said cat was confused enough to just sit on the ledge outside the window until I came into the room and realized what had happened)
At her age (not quite 13.5 months), E. couldn’t get on to the couches by himself. He didn’t sit on coffee tables until he was 15.5 months old. He never, ever, did anything else that his sister has clearly mastered.
Q. and I are scrambling to keep up with her. We’ve moved the couch flush against the wall so she can’t climb onto the back (which has blocked her brother’s snake house, which annoys him no end). We have a strict “wash immediately and return to the chair” rule with the high chair tray, because she can’t climb into it if the tray is in place. We’ve started gating P. into the kitchen with us when we’re cooking because we just can’t leave her to explore the living room any longer because we’ll inevitably find her doing something dangerous. And we’re resigned to having to break out the “baby jail” (our travel crib), even though I’d much rather be able to let her roam free like her brother did.
To say she is going to keep us on our toes is a serious understatement.