Two days ago, little EC started really climbing. There is a rope net in the playground here, and she’d contemplated climbing it before, without success; but that day she just started from the bottom and didn’t stop till she reached the top.

That was a good trick, but what came later was a relief to my back, if also a stab to my heart as I realized how big she’s getting. I had unlatched her carseat straps, but gotten distracted with something else for a second. And she decided to take advantage of that by climbing down out of her carseat by herself…and then jumping out of the car by herself too. Later on, she repeated the feat by climbing into the car and into the carseat on her own.

And now that she’s discovered she can push her hand-washing stool from the bathroom to any other room in the house, nothing is safe and I need to move on from hiding objects from her to teaching her how to look, be gentle, and put things back when she’s done with them.

In other news, real potty training day 1 score: 3 wet pairs of underwear, 0 successful peeing trips to the potty.