A climber

I've got a climber on my hands. A few nights ago, I was reading scriptures to the girls while they were in bed and Andrew was on the floor by me. Well, he got on the ladder to the top bunk and made it to the next step, so I loosely held on around his middle and just let him go to see what he could do and lo and hehold if that little guy didn't make it all the way up to the top? And his proud little grin showed that he knew he'd really done something too. Since then he's tried the bookcase, the couch, the stairsteps in the bathroom and he's plunged successfully into the bathtub solo (no water, only bath toys) It's so much fun to watch the boy! Even if he does keep me hopping more than I'm used to...
He also loves to help me unload the dishwasher (usually while I'm trying to load it) and he loves to clear out my cupboards (they probably did need some organizing) and he loves to add his two cents to whatever is being played on the piano.