Monday, January 11, 2010
They figured out it was easy to stand on the bench and use the windows as toeholds, and then they scaled the outside of the playhouse and jumped through the windows to go down. Over and over and over. They did have a brief interlude of non-climbing after I found them and we had a very loud safety discussion (you know, sometimes I wonder what the neighbors think, but they swear they never hear us, hmmm...). After the discussion, Ree and Ro didn't jump from the roof to the grass any longer, and they stayed on the left side of the first roof so the tower would act as a guard rail if they slipped. If you're wondering why I didn't just tell them to stop climbing the playhouse, well I can deduce two things from that. One: you don't have twins. And two: you haven't been reading about Ro and Ree on this blog for very long. These girls are crazy climbers, incredibly surefooted, and more creative than anyone I've met—always have been, always will be. We learned really early on that no matter what we outlawed today, there was always a new, undiscovered (and therefore un-outlawed) "playhouse" to talk your sister into scaling tomorrow. Don't believe me? Dec 2007. Ro, 14 months old and getting her own damn goat milk, thank you very much. She'd been walking for about 2 weeks at this point: March 2007, 17 months old. Ro's helpful/pushy hand on Ree's butt cracks me up: Another one from March 2007, 17 months old. At this point, they had been walking for about three months: August 2007. Ro, 22 months old and a little disgusted that the "toddler" playground equipment didn't go any higher: Oct 2008: Fuzzandfuzzlet reminded me about this photo. The girls had just turned three and were getting ready to defeat the "totally-twinproof-no-way-they'll-ever-get-this-open" deadbolt that my dad had installed really high up (you can just see it in the upper right side of the photo): Oh I could go on and on. I can't quickly put my hands on the picture where we took down the (useless) baby gates because one twin would just heft the other twin up and throw her over. But we have one. And there are probably hundreds (thousands?) more times, including those we couldn't take pictures of. Anyhow, we have kind of grudgingly accepted that we'll never stop Ro and Ree from egging each other on to do crazy new stunts and climb as high as they can get, but we WILL teach them about safety and reasonable limits. And in the meantime, Uncle Bobby, I think we'll take you up on that offer to borrow your rock climbing equipment.