Gymnastics and tightrope walking...

CalBear has started to climb.  On everything.  Nothing is safe anymore.
I took her to work the other day and had to leave almost as quickly as we got there as she had figured out how to climb the CPU towers up the side of my desk to get on top of it.
She has climbed the three-tiered cat tree at my Mom's house.
She mysteriously climbed inside my laundry hamper.
Today the baby gate was blocking off the stairs, and my Mom and I swear we saw her eyeing the outside of the banister to see how to climb up the side.

I am just wondering it when is too soon to get her training for the circus?  I am not talking clowns, I am talking tight ropes and trapezes and things like that.  She would be a perfect fit!

If I only had a brain...

My first post on my new blog.  I am not sure if it will make any sense because I have worked all day and then went to the playground and then came home and played with our former next door neighbors and then put Calbear to bed and then made dinner and started on homework.  This all might be a jumble of letters and numbers and hieroglyphics for all I know.  But I want to share my misadventures in baby raising with the world and hope you all enjoy it with me.  I figure if I can't laugh at myself, I will give you a forum to laugh at me.  Or with me.  Whatever you choose!