get up, stand up

A few weeks ago, I walked into the bedroom to find that Daniel had discovered how to pull himself up to a stand. He was so, so proud of himself. And while I couldn't help but grin along with him, I braced myself for the new phase of mobility that we now found ourselves in and all that it would entail (including, but certainly not limited to, the need to lower that now-too-high crib mattress).

Since that day, he has taken every opportunity to practice his new skill. It's been a frustrating, painful process, but he's getting stronger and steadier in his attempts to get himself down as well as up. In short, nothing is safe anymore. This morning I documented every time he pulled himself to a stand. The results were not only enlightening (it's not just my imagination that he can get himself just about everywhere!) as well as hilarious (OMG -- the crib!)

 The toys, for starters, are now his for the taking.

 Don't mind if I do.

 How did I get up here again?

 Get me down!!

But wait! I see something shiny!

 LET

 ME

OUT!!!

 I'm over here now...

 But I really wonder what's going on over there.

Do you think Matthew would mind if I get into his stuff? 

(Yes, yes he definitely would mind, so keep your dangerous little paws off, thankyouverymuch.)

But when you sit between me and Matthew, Mom, I can't get to his stuff. 

(Exactly.)

But while I'm here, could I have more Cheerios?

Please? I'll be extra cute.

And the possibilities just got a little more endless.

Watch out, world. It's only a matter of moments before he's cruising along the furniture. And then, brave boy that he is, he'll be letting go to join his big brothers. His babyhood is creeping closer and closer to an end. (*sniff*)