I had forgotten about this stage of toddlerhood. It's gotten so that I can't take my eyes off Campbell for a minute. He's in constant motion and is into everything. He disassembles the bottom shelf of the pantry daily; he pulls everything he can out of the cupboards that aren't locked; he fills the laundry hamper with his sisters' checkers pieces.
And now he's in the climbing phase. Ella was the climbingest of my babies, but Campbell's now giving her a run for her money. He's decided that he needs to walk down the front steps instead of scootching down on his belly - the other day he fell off our neighbors' porch steps twice while walking down them. Last night he almost managed to climb out of the bathtub, and I've found him attempting to sling a leg over the side of his crib.
This morning was the scariest, though. I had plopped him in his high chair at the table, forgetting that I now need to buckle him in. B was in the kitchen making brunch, and I was around the corner working/watching Project Runway Canada. I heard B gasp in dismay and went around the corner to see what was going on. By the time I got there, B was holding Campbell, but he said that when he turned around Campbell was standing on the kitchen table pulling on the chandelier. Double gasp.
On a slightly different note, we have a friend visiting this weekend. His kids are high school/college age, and he's forgotten what it's like to be in a house with little ones. The girls have been talking his ears off since he got up this morning, and now they've dragged him into the back yard to show off their tumbling skills on the trampoline. He's going to need a nap when he gets home to recover from our normal, everyday chaos.