How many times will I have have to tell my children to “Get Down?” I’m guessing 5,987,305,126,580. Because as of right now, I’m only on child number 2, it’s only February, and I’ve already hit my quota for the year. I am frequently finding Ella in higher places these days. Places like this…

She uses the chairs, boxes, or toys to climb up on top of things. She will even push them where she needs them, or pull the chairs out. But she doesn’t know how to get down. So she climbs up on things, and yells for you to come get her down. When I walk in to find her on tables or couches, I look at her and just shake my head. If you try to reprimand her, she first looks at you…

And then laughs. She is so proud of herself. What am I going to do with this girl? It’s a good thing she’s so dang cute, and it helps that I love her to pieces.

(Please disregard the towel over the fireplace. We don’t have firewood, so we don’t use the fireplace, but it’s really drafty. If you come to our house, there’s towels everywhere. Older homes aren’t so well insulated.)