Lately Alex has been enamored with being four years old. He tells me so the first thing in the morning. "Mom! I'm four years old!"
Being four has opened a whole new world for him. He figured out how to climb the tree outside our apartment, because being four means that he's big now.
He's about two feet off the ground, but he can get up and down by himself.
When I was growing up, my Dad's rule was that we had to climb up in a tree by ourselves, and climb down by ourselves, with no adult assistance. So we worked and worked until we could do it. I'm holding Alex to the same rule. So he goes out and sits in the tree when we're all sick of being around each other in the house.
Trees can be such lifesavers. Fortunately, it hasn't dawned on him to climb any higher yet. Maybe when he's five ...