Monday, October 22, 2012
I will admit to being somewhat of a rock climber myself, back when we wore Keds and had no fear. My childhood pal, Cam, and I spent hours scrambling over what the glaciers left behind in the woods close to our house.
Here in the Midwest, the topography isn't nearly as interesting or climable. But at the grand age of 3, Zach managed to scale this boulder which lives in our front yard. (I am assuming a backhoe capable of moving it elsewhere broke down in 1988 and the builder chose to overlook 2,000 pounds of eyesore. I've tried planting impatiens in its nooks and crannies. Some years we have success. This year, we did not.)
Naturally, whatever Big Brother does, Baby must follow.
(She had little bit of help.)
Both kids are pretty fearless.
This is both a wonderful and terrifying DNA trait.
It makes me want to take them on lots of exciting adventures, as long as they are dressed in tennies. And bubble wrap.