#86 – 1000 Awesome Things

Going Up

The most recent addition to my verbal lexicon is “up.” Most often, it is part of the longer phrase, “Mommy, up,” which is yelled at Mommy while I sit by her ankles.

I like “up.” I like getting picked up – by Mommy, by Daddy (who spins me around like an airplane), by Grandma – basically by anyone who offers. I also like to climb up… on the couch, into the bathtub, all over Henry, and up the stairs.

OMG, have you guys seen STAIRS? I l-o-v-e going up stairs (I have a bit of difficulty getting down; everyone freaks out when I try to crawl down face first).

A few of my favorites:

• my first stairs at Grammy’s house (which I traveled up with no warning whatsoever, leaving everyone wondering where I learned that)

• the carpeted flight at Grammy’s friend Diane’s house (which I went up and down about 18 times with Aunt Debbie)

• the wooden flight at Aunt Debbie’s house (with super tall steps that made Mommy very nervous)

• the pool steps (which are fun because of the swimming AND the stairs themselves)

• and the final flight up to our condo (which are a little yucky and Mommy only lets me climb when I am about to get into a bath anyway).

We don’t have any stairs inside the condo, otherwise I’m pretty sure Mommy would be super fit.

Pulling myself up, and Daddy’s pants down