I love to climb up my Mummy,
Like she’s a ladder or rope-swing or tree.
I use her hair and her nostrils for leverage.
And lance my toenails into her knee.
I love to climb over Daddy,
And use his chest fur to haul myself up.
Whether he’s kneeling or sitting or standing or sh*tting,
I WILL claw my way to the top.
I love to climb up my Mummy,
I pinch the wobbly bits at the back of her arms.
Just to let her know I really mean it,
And she’d better stop tweeting fast.
I love to climb over Daddy,
And cling to him like an angry koala bear.
If he tries to release me I punish him,
By twisting out fistfuls of armpit-hair.
I love to climb up my Mummy,
Swinging off her jeans or ripping her tights.
It’s not like she needs them anyway.
I’ve stopped letting her out at nights.
I love climbing up Mummy and Daddy,
I just want to cuddle up tall.
So I clamber and scramble and scrape up them both,
Cos’ they’re the best climbing-frames of them all.
#itsmorepainfulthanitsounds
#itsoneofthemainreasonsIdrink
#anyoneforgin?
#GIN
I remember this stage well. It's like my wee man wanted to get everywhere by using us. Never mind crawling or walking…it was climbing first!
ReplyLol 😉 yes x definitely the best way to get around… Ha!
ReplyBless! They still do it when they're big! My 9yo who is 11yo size has to be picked up and cuddled 🙂
ReplyI better start lifting weights from now then! lol x
ReplyFunny! Not just us then: we get battered & bruised every day from our increasingly large twins doing exactly this
Replylol – wow with two it must be non-stop! thanks for reading and commenting xx
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