Climb Every Mountain

Last week Ava went bouldering--you know, like they did when you were a kid--and she kind of kicked ass. The adrenalin rush didn't stay at the gym, however. Now she's climbing our bookshelves, scaling our dining room buffet (using drawer pulls as footholds), and using her planter box to catapult herself over the side of our porch. She's a climbing machine.