Confessions of an 18 month old

Hello.

My name is Ty Rober.

I'm 18 months old.

And I'm a climber.

At first I just started out with little things, like bathroom counters, computer desks and kitchen tables. But one day it all escalated into hard core stuff - changing tables, bunk beds, kitchen counters. I knew I'd hit rock bottom when I tried to crawl out of my crib and nearly fell on my head. Luckily my mom caught me just in time. But now I have a tent over my bed that my mom and dad zip up over me when I go to sleep so that I have no choice but to stay in my crib. During the day, though, I have free reign of the house. I like to explore alot. Mostly into my sister's makeup and into the bathroom. Here is a picture my parents took of me this weekend. I was just trying to do what everybody else does. Even though I was fully clothed, with my diaper on, and sitting completely in the toilet, they don't seem to want me to keep doing this. I even had toilet paper (about half the roll) to get the job finished. I tried to tell them this by saying, "I wiiee. I wiiee." and cleaning my diaper area.

I really can't wait for the day when I get my first x-ray.