Jaisal is super cautious, a trait he clearly has inherited from me. He took a tumble while walking a few days ago, realized this walking thing could hurt, and walking went out the window. We're back to all crawling all the time, unless someone is supporting him.
The one and only time Jaisal throws caution to the wind is when he can climb something. He tries to use his feet to push off anything so that he can get higher. I imagine if Denali didn't run away, she would be his favorite stepping stool. His favorite climbing spot is our couch. He squeaks something that sounds suspiciously like "up" as soon as he gets near the couch.
Kirk has definitely experienced a bit of anguish over the facts that Jaisal looks more like me and seems to have inherited at least a few of my personality traits. I think he was pretty relieved (and proud) that his son appears to share his love of climbing.
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