Wooooo! Post 200!
Last night Conor was working late so Savannah was sitting on the kitchen floor while I was finishing up the dishes. I had the dishwasher open and as usual she had taken some notice of it (She likes to get the spoons and knives out of the utensil holder).
I swear I turned around for FIVE seconds to dry off her high chair tray and when I looked back she had climbed ONTO the dishwasher and was standing holding onto the top rack.
The climbing has come out of nowhere. She wants to step up and climb on everything. It makes me far less sympathetic about her “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly walk without holding onto your hand” shtick.