Ahhhh climbing.
I guess we all have a bit of monkey in us somewhere.
Or we are simply in a monkey with human flesh, a la Spencer Louis Kautt Smith.
The boy is going to drive me crazy, but I am so proud of him. He can crawl into a chair, ( and precede to stand in said chair) climb the rather precarious steps at the jungle gym, ( note JUNGLE gym as in where monkeys live...AHEM...) and onto a cutting board table (lower rack that is) to put all his lil treasures under for mama to find the next morning, or, in the instance where the treasure is pershible, after I've put him to bed, if I'm lucky and have "small bit of former snack radar" on. Hey, I can say with no shame that it's only on at about 50% after 8 P.M.

Now,I have read many articles on the internet and occasionally in Parenting magazine, ( although I have a hard time reading advice from a magazine that claims to be for the average mother then goes on to suggest that I take time for a weekly spa outing to get rid of the stress of motherhood.
Oh yes....the spa and then maybe Nordstroms for a coffee and a 500 dollar pair of ManolaBlanches (SP)? sorry I digress...)
yes, i have read many an article that says that all this movement is healthy and nothing but a form of expression and that I should be glad that he is "expressing" himself in such a forward, right on time manner, but but but,..well I guess what could be gathered from this entery and perhaps the last is that ...
(insert whiny whimpering voice...)
He's growing...he's growing...uuuuupppppp!
I know, I know he's not even 15 months, but soon he will be out fo his "baby" stage, the one that enraptures adults and children alike, the one that allows for him to be happy when given only my rapt attention....and did I mention......he's soooooo talllll!

I know a whiny whiny entery with not enough details about the man with the plan himself and only my gripes. But this entery, these gripes, oh...they should tell you all need to know about Spencer at the moment. He's going headfoward into another stage of his LIFE. Got that? His L.I.F.E. . yeah. the name of the game where you can lose if you can't pay your fake mortage rate with your pink fake dollars. He can LOSE? He can be hurt ( now mostly physically) and his heart
can be broken and he can cry for reasons I cannot fix?

Oh boy. Boy oh boy. I love this little person so much, more and more every day. I think it's only just recently with his climbing, his fine tuning of different emotions and expressions, the expansion of his vocabualary, that I truly am feeling the impact that he is a person. With the aforementioned LIFE of course.
Folks I will try my best. Better than my best. The bestest of my best?
You get the picture.
For this guy with his " digunda digunda digunda" ( of which Chris and I still have no idea what means, but he loves saying it...) and " I do I do I do" ( will I say to his future...gulp.....girlfriend that he has always been the marrying type? ) his artistic eye ( why bother with prints when you have crayons...hey why bother with snacks? ) and yes his rather athletic side that loves climbing is going full throttle into ....into....being a toddler.
(SOB)
stick with me guys.
Even Mivas cry every once in a while.....