James's new favorite thing is climbing on the couch. He desperately wants to climb on the end table, and throws an honest-to-goodness fit on the floor when we don't let him. I am not a fan. I am also kind of surprised at all of the climbing (he even pushes the kid-sized chair from Grandma Pat around the house in order to reach other things!) before he's walking well.
Amelie, just dancing around to Pandora. I got out the ball pit the other night to hopefully occupy James and get his mind off the verboten end table, and Amelie ended up playing with it the rest of the night.