The kids are consummate climbers. Ziggy spends many happy times mounting small chairs, kneeling in them and trying to climb over the back, or just trying to stand on top of a box of butt-wipes. Luckily, he is also a fairly graceful faller. Ella is very good at the technical aspect of climbing. She's a good listener about where a good hand or foot-hold might be and is pretty brave even when high up. She can really own the big (probably 15 feet high) rope structure at the mall, though she doesn't really go to the top, just up to where I can still reach her feet.
At the park this morning, Ella met a climbing friend, 3 1/2 and a very good climber. After realizing that she couldn't climb all of the things he could climb, she was moved to compose a poem on the subject. Literally, she said, "I just thought of a poem," and then, thinking very hard, said the following,
Different climbs
for different minds--
we all climb together
but at different times.
And they're cute too.
