My Little Monkey

Chica's old enough now that I let her wander into her bedroom and play on her own for a bit without smothering her. I think she likes the exploration time and her self-entertainment (even for just a couple minutes) makes Mama proud.

But...I'm staring to realize her little exploration might also stress Mama out a bit.

Case in point--I walked in today and found her all cute and rockin' all by herself in her chair. Only problem: I didn't put her there!

Apparently, I have a climbing monkey on my hands :)

(Oh, and see that humidifier over to the far right of the pic? She's also figured out how to turn that sucker on. Always on high--ha.)

Of course, I'm a completely curious cat, and had to figure out how she got her tiny little booty up there, so I spied on her later and caught a second hilarious, but alas, unsuccessful, attempt:

She was grunting a bit and saying, "up, up," and even though she didn't make it up there this go 'round, Mama was proud.

Well...proud and worried about what else she might conquer!