Its only 9:35am. Obie is climbing on everything. Couches, the arms of the chairs his toys, the bench. . .everything. He climbs up on it, puts his hands in the air, smiles directly at me and says "tall!" I'm not sure if I should be mad at him for climbing on everything or be proud of his new discovery. He just figured out the word tall. . .I think he just figured out what it means and how to say it. . .I don't want to crush this little genius and his amazing learning but maybe we should work on the word short before someone gets hurt.