Evel Knievel died and then entered the body of my baby...

Max has become a little dare-devil lately. And that is putting it lightly. On Thanksgiving we found him like this:

And this:

He had taken all the pan lids out of the drawer one by one and then he was really quiet for a while so we started to wonder what the heck had happened. And there he was, in the drawer.

This morning he had scaled our built in bookshelf, made it to the third shelf and then I grabbed him so quickly that it scared him half to death. Hopefully he was scared so bad he won't do it again.

Last night he figured out to how to climb on his little chair and leap onto the edge of our papasan chair, pull himself into it and climb out, proudly declaring "I DID IT!!" The video isn't great because he tends to clam up as soon as he sees the camera, but you get the idea.

If there is something climbable you better believe he will climb it. He climbs into his high chair on his own, up slides and stairs and ladders. He's crazy. And we love him!