If I Were a Rich Mom

I think I’ve mentioned something about Nate and climbing… If my kids were goats, Jakey is a farm goat and Natesy is a mountain goat.

Every time we turn around, Nate has figured out how to climb up something we’d previously considered “safe.”  We find him standing on the coffee table, standing on the couch, and standing on the ottoman to try and reach forbidden toys that Jake has hidden on the mantel.  He’s always hanging from counters by his fingertips.  Pushing things over so he can scale up them to look out windows.  He’s been much more vertically predisposed than horizontally inclined.  Perhaps that’s what happens when you find you’re the shortest— you continuously strive for higher ground.

I’ve been thinking of writing a new Broadway musical… Toddler on the Roof.  One of the most memorable numbers goes something like this:

Messmaker, Messmaker,
Make me a mess,
Climbing inclined,
Yell in distress
Messmaker, Messmaker
Don’t give me that smirk,
Climb down and acquiesce.

Messmaker, Messmaker,
Stay away from the mail,
The floor was once clean,
It’s not a tall tale.
Who said you could have, a toy throwing spree?
The king of all debris!

It’s just a start, but it’s kind of catchy, huh?