When he was 18 months he got out the side gate, climbed up a tree and sat on the branch so he could pat the "pussycat" I died. It was a blink of an eye I could hear him talking so I thought he was fine, then I realised the voice was coming from the front.
He has climbed on everything, when he was 10 months he used to climb up on to the dining table and I'd find him dancing! He still has to jump OFF everything and he loves "doing tricks" I even caught him once imitating parkour on the wall.
We never enrolled him in anything, probably should have we just never did. You just have to have eyes in the back of your head, and quite honestly don't allow anyone to judge you because she does something or escapes or whatever because the amount of judgement I received until people had him in their care and saw what he was like. He even climbed out his bedroom window at the IL's house in December last year, up until that point I think they partly thought I was just neglectful
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