into everything

Henry is in a phase, as they say -- the phase where he is into absolutely everything. You can't turn your back on him for a second, or he will be, say, finding the bag of powdered sugar you forgot you had in the pantry, quickly dispatching the clip, pouring the whole thing on the floor, and covering himself, the kitchen, and the world in the process.


And it's no good just putting things up in a high place, either. He simply finds something he can push up to the area (a box, a stool, an end table, whatever's handy), and climbs up until he can get the thing he wants. This morning, he proved his climbing prowess by making it all the way to the top bunk of the big boys' bunk beds. I ask you: How do we baby-proof THAT?

It seems like there's no stopping him, but it helps just a little to remember that Max went through a phase just like this (see evidence here and here and here), and that we're sure Liam did too. And since they're no longer dumping giant bags of stuff out on the floor (they've moved on to occasionally bloodying each other's noses instead), there is hope for the future. We think.