A while ago (maybe like a month?) I left Beck on the couch to throw a diaper away in the kitchen or something, and I figured he'd hang out on the couch or fall off, but he is getting big and strong, so he'd be OK if he did. (Is CPS going to come after me now?) Well, I was in the kitchen, and I looked out to the living room, and Beck's just walkin' around. Ain't no thang. I was like, "What? How did you get off the couch?!" Apparently he's smart. Or just average. Whatev.
Well, today I looked over into the living room from my chair, and Beck had used a box to climb up onto the couch and was just chillin'. I was like, "What?! How did you do that?" And he smiled so proudly.

