You never know what’s around the corner

By Mommy

We’re quickly learning that we can’t turn our back on the little guy for a second. Last night Mommy left you playing on the living room floor while she went around the corner to the kitchen to grab something. Ten seconds later she returns to find you standing against the coffee table reaching for the books on the other end! You looked absolutely tickled when you realized what you had done. And you stayed standing for about two minutes until Mommy realized that you didn’t know how to get back down and she showed you how to plop back.

You’ve pulled yourself up about four times before, but I don’t think you knew what you were doing and it didn’t stick. This is huge!

And you’ve started using your own finger to point to what you want named. The other night I was changing your diaper when you pointed to a photograph on the wall. “It’s a photograph.” Point again. “It’s a photograph of a butterfly.” Point again. “It’s a photograph of a yellow butterfly.” Point again. “It’s a photograph of a yellow butterfly with black stripes.” Point again. “It’s a photograph on the wall of a yellow butterfly with black stripes.” Point again. “It’s a photograph on the wall of a yellow butterfly with black stripes taken by Grandpa Oleg.” Satisfied that you have the whole story, you point to something else. “It’s a photograph . . . ”