There's a mountaineer that your dad really admires named Ed Viesturs. Viesturs is known for climbing the world's steepest, tallest and most dangerous peaks. Viesturs is the kind of person I never would have heard of before I met your dad. Kinda like if he hadn't met me, he wouldn't be aware that Paula Deen exists, or that she's trying to kill him with butter.
Tonight was just like any other night; you were helping your dad stir the mashed potatoes...
After you ate a big helping of barbecued trout and potatoes and corn, you crawled over to the bottom of our staircase and looked up. And like Viesturs probably does every time he's at base camp, you seemed to have a moment when you thought, "I bet I could do this..." And you started climbing.
You have never shown any interest in climbing a single stair, but tonight, you climbed the first five, then stopped on the landing to look at us. I think you were as shocked as we were.
Then, you hung a right and climbed the next seven. You went all the way up up up until you were upstairs in your room.
You're bouncing off the walls now - your dad says it's because you're jacked up on freedom. Or maybe it's just the thin air at such high elevations.
Love,
Mom
P.S. Tomorrow's agenda: Install baby gates.
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