Oh, Moooommmmm

Once upon a time I had fewer worries.  Then Brigid learned how to climb. Remember that?  We rearranged our school room so she wouldn't climb on the little desk and fall down.  Well, she's found a new climbing platform.  She's a risk taker. She's lucky she has guardian angels in the form of older brothers.  She has yet to learn the lesson of "climb high, fall hard" because she always has an angel save the day.

 Brigid - SCORE!! Someone left the chairs pulled out.

Blase - Oh, MOooommmm!!  Brigid!!

Mom (as I'm walking toward the school room) - What is she doing n..BRIGID!  What are you doing up there?  (Yes, the camera happened to be close by.)

Brigid - Watch me walk off the end of the table, 'cause I can.

Blase (whose hands you see in the corner of the picture) - Brigid!!  No!  Ahhhhh!!  She's trouble, Mom!  (as he catches her)

Normally we are not in the habit of letting little girls climb on tables.  She was so stinkin' adorable and innocent.  How can you not take a picture?  Besides, her biggest guardian angel was there the whole time.  He'd never let anything happen to her.

Within minutes she decided that if she couldn't climb on a table she will just climb on the step stool and try to get on the counter.  Lucky for us she is still short.  Brigid will be more than a handful when she gets a little more height to match her "no fear".  I hope you are smiling at this sweet little handful.  She's one part delight and two parts stress when she gets that impish grin.  Heaven help us!