O. My. Goodness.

Ok. So I walked in the kitchen this morning and this is what I saw.....

Yep, that's right. That's my 16 month old daughter standing on my kitchen table. I didn't get the wonderful opportunity to capture her hanging from the chandelier above her, but believe me, she was. HANGING. Like a monkey. Swinging.

Here's the whole story.

I walked into the kitchen and was followed by my 2 1/2 year old daughter, Tait, and by Camille, the climber. I mean, they follow me around constantly so I thought nothing of it. Then I walked back into the den to hang up a phone and walked immediately back into the kitchen. 20 seconds, max. I heard Tait saying, "Uh oh, uh oh!" and then there she was. Monkey girl. Laughing her danged head off. Proud of herself. Proudly shouting "CHEESE" as I was taking her picture. O, dear Lord.

My oldest 2 daughters were a cinch. No problem. I didn't have to use plug covers, cabinet latches, etc. I told them "no" once and they never did it again. Camille is my "reality check." What you can't see in the picture is the huge shiner she has under her left eye. That was from a spectacular crash into the leg of my neighbor's dining room chair. You also can't see the bruise on her right arm where Tait closed her arm in the oven door. Thank goodness the oven wasn't on. And if you think the injuries will deter her from the activities that got her the bruises in the first place, you've lost your mind. She ain't scared.

I was so proud of my lack of visits to the ER so far in my children's lives. Doubt that'll be the case for long.