Linus the Daredevil

Landon loves his blue blankey and seems to be a Linus in training. He doesn't carry it around quite as much as Linus does but he loves the thing. Chris was putting him down for a nap the other day and his blankey wasn't in his crib. He stood up and started shouting, "Bankey! Bankey! Bankey!" until it was given to him.

He's quite the cutie when it comes to his blankey but let me tell you this boy is giving us a run for the money.  He's always been a climber but lately it's gotten worse. About a month ago he realized that if he pushed his play chair around the kitchen and stood on it he could reach forbidden objects. The little chair satisfied him for awhile but a few days ago he realized the big kitchen chairs could take him to even more forbidden places. Once he climbed onto the chair he was on the table before you could blink, ripping off marker caps.

This morning he saw a woman walking her dogs outside (he loves dogs) and decided he could get the best view if he stood on his play chair. Then he decided the view would be better if he stood on his table. And lastly perched on the window sill (I promise I didn't leave him there to get the camera. Kaylee ran and got it for me and I was within catching distance the entire time). This was just a taste of things to come. After the dogs were out of site he proceeded to push a kitchen chair to the counter where his favorite cereal was sitting so that he could help himself.

It didn't end there. Today Chris was home before his classes so I headed off to our local rec center to lift weights while Landon was napping. When I came home the first thing Chris said was, "Do you notice something different about Landon?" He had a big red spot on his head that was there from landing on his head when he fell out of his crib. I put him in his crib to try to figure out how he'd fallen out and as far as I can tell, he leaned over, grabbed the bars and hurled himself over the side.

And lastly, while we were out playing this evening he was riding a little motorized bike he got for Christmas and decided to do some stunts on it. I had been trying to get him to wear a bike helmet but he kept ripping it off so I gave up. Bad decision. While riding he figured out he could push the bike's button to go up the driveway and then let go right at the top to roll backwards down the hill. He ended up leaning back too far on one of his trips up and fell over backward hitting his head (again) with the bike landing on top of him. Fortunately the bike isn't very heavy but it gave him a good scare. After that I tightened the bike helmet and forced him to wear it the rest of the time we were outside. He wouldn't get back on the bike but I figured I'd try to get him used to the helmet for future bike rides -- he was pretty mad at me.

So,I realize this is part of being the mother of a boy but thank goodness I had two girls first. I'm much more relaxed than I was with my first (sweet Ainsley). I can't imagine how I would have reacted had this kind of stuff happened with Ainsley. I probably would have had a heart attack whereas now I take pictures and roll with the punches.