Anything you can do...

Caleb's dangerously close to walking, which doubles my work load at the park these days. Something about being outside just makes the boy try a lot harder to use those chunky legs of his to carry him around, and we suspect it is for lack of confidence, not ability, that he's not fully uprightly mobile yet.

In the absence of running and jumping skills, he satisfies his big kid urges by chasing Abby all over the playground equipment and attempting to do every dangerous and foolish thing she does. This includes teetering across the outside edge of the bridge holding onto the railings, soaring headfirst down the slides, and trying to climb this freaky ladder, which we call the pedals.

"Do the pedals, Caweb," Abby yells down from her perch atop the ladder. I can't figure out if she's encouraging or taunting him. "Put your left foot up, then your right. Hold on with both hands so you don't fall and bump your head."

Time to replenish that traveling first aid kit.