My little yard ape

Elliot has become a WILD CHILD! He is a climber. A fearless climber, mind you. He doesn't learn from his mistakes (aka injuries) either. He's at that stage where I literally have to watch him every minute. He loves running as fast as he can, preferably down steep grades on concrete and laughing wildly as he wobbles like a drunken sailor. And last week we officially reached the milestone where there is no more going out to eat, unless it's at a Chick-Fil-A (or anyplace you get your food almost instantly and can run around and climb, play, and be wild after your meal).

Today he & Noah were playing in the backyard. I needed to get ready still. I brought stuff downstairs and went inside the kitchen just to put toothpaste on my toothbrush (I literally brush my teeth while watching him and run inside to rinse).... when I heard a loud crash and crying. CRAP!

One of the most dangerous things in our backyard are the chairs. Elliot climbed up and was standing on it facing backwards and although I didn't see it, I'm positive he was rocking back and forth and then it tipped over forward. Luckily he just scraped up his knuckles/fingers and somehow got a small scrape under his cheek. It could have been much worse.

I never thought I'd say this, but I think he is wilder than Noah. A little bit later in blossoming, but wilder for sure. A couple of hours later at the park, he climbed up the stroller and tried to do the same move. I caught the stroller as it was about to tip over. He.doesn't.learn.

He wouldn't keep bandaids on, but playing with them sure distracted him and made him a happy camper pretty quickly

And it was hilarious watching him squeeze with all his might and shaking trying to get stuff out of the neosporin. Of course, I had the lid on tight so nothing came out.Quickly becoming a tough little cookie.