When Daddy put me down for a nap I eschewed his admonition to "sleep sweetly" and yelled my head off. But fear not, it was not a simple fit of pique that caused my cries to so reverberate through the house. No, it was the effort of...
wait for it...
STANDING!!!!! that cause me to yell. Yes, I yelled. Baby overcoming his leaden constrictions is worth a howl. And so is victory!!
Of course, once I stood up I hadn't the foggiest idea what to do. Hitherto, I've never paid much attention to such things. Clearly this will change.
[Picture is a bit dark. Mommy was being sneaky.]
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