Monkey in the Park

Jack is a monkey. The other day I caught him on the wrong side of the banister that is in our stairwell. If he fell, he would easily have dropped six feet before hitting the ground. He also routinely climbs our bookshelves to reach things I've tucked away so he can't play with them. And you all remember him climbing out of his crib, right? 

I took Jack to the park by Grandma's house today and just watched as he climbed. I found myself almost grimacing as I watched, sure that he would get hurt. The kid is strong, agile, and determined. 

Hanging from the monkey bars

Climbing a ladder

Just hanging

He loves the tire swing. I may push a little too hard according to the grandmother who lives across the street from Jane and Marion. 

Climbing trees too