A week or so ago, before it stopped raining and became all gorgeous and sunny and warm and bloom-y outside (so before mama sprouted a whole new set of seasonal allergies that have weighed her head down like a sandbag filled with concrete), Ethan was getting a bit antsy. So he did what any self-respecting, gravity-defying preschooler would do; he set about climbing the walls.
Naturally he was very pleased with himself. And why not? If I attempted that, I am fairly certain I would be spending an hour a week for the rest of my life at a chiropractor's office.