Gavin loves trains. Though he has wooden Thomas the Train set, it is becoming evident to us that Percy (the little green engine) is his favorite. He loves to have us build tracks for him. He enjoys sitting in the middle of the track pushing the trains around. Since getting his sand table for his birthday, we've seen how much he enjoys standing up and pushing the tractor on the table. Over the weekend, we kept an eye on Craig's List for a train table. Dave had considered building one with adjustable height legs, storage drawers, and a million other whistles (a typical Dave project), but the convenience of being able to buy one for a lot less than materials and not have to actually build it, won. Tuesday afternoon, Dave picked up a table on his way home. I wish it had storage drawers, but we can always upgrade if we really need to. (And, I saw one on ebay that is designed to roll under the bed.)
I've been so happy that Gavin isn't a climber. He still sleeps in his crib. When he's ready to get up, he stands in the corner and calls/cries for us. So, imagine my surprise this evening after dinner (and after he had been playing in the sand), when I looked in the play room to see him on top of the train table.
First, Gavin isn't a climber. Second, check out the ledge he had to climb over to get up there. Third, Gavin is little for his age. At two years, he weighs 26 pounds on a heavy day and is 34 1/2 inches tall. He wears 18 month clothes. He's little. He's little and so he can't reach the cool new bridge that Daddy brought home Wednesday night. And so, he climbed up.
Getting down was a bit harder. We had to help.
But in a minute, he was right back up there.
So, yes, I have a climber.
First, Gavin isn't a climber. Second, check out the ledge he had to climb over to get up there. Third, Gavin is little for his age. At two years, he weighs 26 pounds on a heavy day and is 34 1/2 inches tall. He wears 18 month clothes. He's little. He's little and so he can't reach the cool new bridge that Daddy brought home Wednesday night. And so, he climbed up.
Getting down was a bit harder. We had to help. 
But in a minute, he was right back up there. 
So, yes, I have a climber.
Oh my!
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