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Baby Bear comes from a long line of climbers.  You may think that I am referring to Brother Bear.  Well... I am but it goes back further than that.  The climbing trait was inherited from Momma Bear.  I am still reminded of this by my mother.  

Griff was a major climber.  He started climbing long before he walked.  Anyone who has ever watched him always reports back to me, "Wow, that kid can climb!"  Move over rover we have a new climber in town!  

Baby Bear has literally taken his climbing to new heights.  The past few days I have spent the majority of my time removing him from the kitchen and laundry room counters.  He knows that it is a "no-no" but does not seem to care.  He makes eye contact with me, points to his target, and goes for it.  Seriously, the child POINTS like he is Babe Ruth calling his ball to center field.  What will I do with this monkey-boy?!?  

Posing in the window sill.

Posing like a male model on the chair.

What can I say?  He is so lucky that he is cute!!

Monkey boy 1 and Monkey boy 2.

The shiner should be of NO surprise.  I can't exactly tell you which fall
caused the black eye.  Too many to pick from.  I'm sure  this is the
first of many...