Three pictures

Today I taught Hannah about dark chocolate. She had a few pieces, hmmm'd her way through them, then freaked out when I told her all done. It's very obviously a fake cry, but she produces quite a large amount of tears.
This has been happening all day today (actually month), when I wouldn't let her drink my coffee, when her father wouldn't let her drink his coke, when I wouldn't let her eat a napkin, the dog food, cords, toilet paper, you get the picture. I think she spends more of her day in tears than not. She cries defiant tears, sad tears (she fell off the steps today), and no reason at all tears.
My mom tells me all the time I spent most of my childhood in tears too. In the Lord's provision, could He have given me a daughter much like myself so that my mom can help me handle it sanely?

Hannah also loves to climb. Which is funny to me. She is fearless when it comes to climbing. She will climb to the top of the couch, onto tables, chairs, in her grocery cart, on to the fireplace, but try and get her to walk and she freezes. I know most kids are climbers, but I haven't met a fearless climber who was also not a fearless walker.

Overall, I don't mind Hannah not walking. Granted I would enjoy taking her to the park and not have her crawl through the wet and usually dirty grass and mulch. I just think she is interesting with what she has decided to be afraid of.