Blissfully unaware of any danger surrounding him, my son views the world as his personal playground. The furniture in the living room serves as a micro-sized Himalayan range; Grandpa’s favourite chair becomes his version of Mount Everest.
Climbing, climbing, climbing to reach the top. Ignoring Mummy’s voice in the background, worriedly commanding him to get down. Grinning cheekily. Climbing higher and higher yet. No fear of heights or falling. Just the adventure above and beyond.
Well, at least until snack time.
My son is a climber. Fearless and mischievously cute.
My daughter is the same. She climbs everywhere. Now we have to move all the decoration and frames from our living room. I guess that is how they learn but it gets scary sometimes
BTW I love his hair, too cute…
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Thank you! His hair is getting out of control haha. Gurung tradition makes them grow it out until age 3 (aka age 2 as they are called age 1 when born). We had to take down all the decoration and frames as well. Today he topped his Mt Everest 😩😩😩 heart attack for mommy lol
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