Balcony

Max is getting to be a Daddy's boy, and was proud to be wearing a similar hat to Yves.

He was allowed to play on the balcony, with supervision. But yesterday we were ready to go inside, I looked away from him for one second, and right away he started to climb the ledge (you can see in this picture)... talk about heart attack. Then this morning he opened the balcony doors, by himself (this was a new act) and was outside... lucky I came out of the kitchen when I did. Max doesn't quite understand why I was freaking out. We live on the 4th floor.