On lockdown

I've been under stroller-seat-arrest a lot lately. Before when we used to go out, mommy or daddy would hold me a lot. But now that I want to touch and grab and crawl and stand on everything and anything, I've noticed that I tend to be kept buckled in a lot more. As daddy likes to say, the man is keeping me down. Guess I'll just have to figure out how to unlock this buckle myself.

Up, up and away. I'm going to fly
right on out of here.

Can you get me some longer pants? I look
ridiculous. I'm even laughing at myself!

Pull up master

I've mastered pulling myself up. I can go from my butt to feet in three seconds flat. I pull up on my play table, on the couch, on the coffee table, on my crib, even on people. Now that I can do it, I'm addicted and can't stop. I even took a few steps today while mommy held my hands. If it took me a week and a half to go from crawling to pulling up, at this pace I could be walking on my own before my 9-month birthday. How crazy would that be?!