This is Grace (the baby) with her sister Marie (who I am madly in love with at the moment. The girl has had “her cute on” for quite some time, and I’m finding every minute with her to be sheer delight… but that’s another story).
Grace is a sweet, happy baby that I have called “Monkey” ever since I first held her in my arms at the hospital.
That should have given me fair warning.
As I was cleaning up after supper, she was at my feet as I was scurrying back and forth — cleaning off the table, sweeping, putting food away, etc. I opened up the refrigerator to put something in, and then turned towards the counter to grab another item.
I turned back around and gasped.
My sweet little baby, in the time it took me to simply turn around and grab one more thing, managed to climb INTO the refrigerator, pull herself up while hanging from one shelf, and start reaching for the top shelf.
Oh. help. me.
Seven kids, and I have NEVER had a climber.
I’ve heard horror stories from my friends, and secretly patted myself on the back that none of MY kids ever did that.
The challenge is now ON.