Bobby is quite the hanger.  Not climbing as much as just grabbing a hold of anything high and picking his feet up off the ground.  Including stair railings, the refrigerator door, our headboard somehow.

He is better at playing Memory than I am. thought it was luck at first, but he's really good, and fast.

When he finishes said game of Memory - up to 20 cards - he raises his fist in the air and says hooray.  I will admit to teaching him this, because 2 or 3 books we read have moments of hooray, but somehow (grandma) he translated this into self congratulations when he puts in a puzzle piece or accomplishes something.  Now you know me, you gotta earn your encouragement, but I guess I'll let this slide until it goes to his head.  You know he's gonna have an ego.