"C" is for climbing

Dan always said he would prefer our children do extreme sports than traditional team sports, and it is looking more and more like that might be the case. Rock climbing might interest Shad, as of this point climbing ANYTHING interests Shad. The list includes but is not limited to: the stools, the kitchen chairs, the bookshelves, the window, the couches, computer desk, the closet doors, the fridge, the bathroom cupboards, his crib (fortunately he is too short to get further than his knees with his arms above him for most of these things) his toys (the ball popper is one of his favorites to knock over and climb on), me, and of course poor Solo. Shad is at the point of obsession. Today he woke up during his nap and started to climb around and then fell asleep and fell over again. This picture of him at the bookshelf was followed by a less flattering one of his eyes closed, not from the flash but because he was so tired he couldn't keep them open. Don't worry though, he was still climbing. Apparently, he inherited his dad's will to never give up. Maybe he will be like his cousin, Zayden, and climbing flag poles by the age of eight. It wouldn't be the only thing they have in common. I am ready to admit my son has some red in his hair. Now if I could just figure out how to keep "C" from being for concussion since I obviously can't completely prevent the climbing we could all relax a little.