Monday, October 22, 2012

Belay That


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.

7 comments:

Irene said...

and helmets on their heads, no doubt.

Splendid Little Stars said...

Bubble wrap is good. maybe a steel cage....
I was pretty fearless when young, but I seem to have lost that trait as I grew older.

Sharon said...

You are so clever, I love the humor you put in your writing!

It's All Connected said...

Could you ship me that rock for my front yard? I'll take the two, cute little kiddies, too! ~ Maureen

Kathy and Freddy said...

Funny. My sister just asked me how you got that rock in your yard. When I told her "glacial moraine" she did not believe me.
Ha! Big sister's right again!

EG CameraGirl said...

Yep, I remember rock climbing...very much a thing of the past for me nowadays! :)

Jenny said...

Awwww, baby climbers! They are so cute!