Blame Erica.

I mean that in the nicest possible way.  The other day on Facebook I mentioned that I might have to move all the furniture out of the house because a certain someone was climbing.  Everything.  Erica said something about a house full of pillows sounding very nice.  Yesterday I couldn't blink without finding him on the table, pressed into the window or dangling over the back of the couch.  Even after I turned all the chairs on their sides to make a barricade.  So here we are.
This is now our dining room.  This is the table I got the Bug to work at and now we will all be working at it.  And eating at it.  We'll see how it goes.  We had breakfast on the porch this morning and he was at a friends all morning so after he gets up from the nap we will try lunch. 


This is the living room.  He can still climb onto the couch, just now I don't think he will break anything and if he falls it should be less painful for us all.  And he can move his chairs around to get up to look out the window but not so much crawl out of it. 





Over here he can climb up and look at the pictures in the bookcase.  Because I am really not about making him stop (as if I could, ha!)  I just want it to be safer for him and less traumatic for me.  I couldn't make dinner, go pee, put music on, or anything that didn't involve looking directly at him the last few days.  Or there he was, sitting on the table eating sugar straight from the bowl...



Alright- he's up.  We're going to make lunch now.