Stood Up v.2.0

I got a comment this week from faithful reader, Heather, stating that I haven't posted in a while. I know how addictive blogs can be and there are a few people out there reading so I'll post a cute boy story.

Amber wrote the first version of Stood Up last week. Mine's not as sad.

The other morning, I heard Andrew calling me as usual. "Daaaaadaa! Daaaaaaaaad! Mamamamamama!" I went in to pick him up and saw that he was standing in his crib. He had pulled himself up the bars and was holding on to the top rail looking very proud of himself. He's such a big boy.

Then again last night, we put him to bed and he was not going for it. He wanted to stay up and play. (Strange, since he'd woken up at 5:45 and had been out visiting all day.) Anyways, I came into his room and turned the light on. He was standing up again and when the light came on, he shut his eyes and tucked his head in. However, he forgot he had the crib rail right in front of his face and he headbutted it pretty good. He cried even louder at that.