Nicholas decided to celebrate returning home after a month of being away by doing this, 20 minutes after we walked in the door:
If you didn't catch it, that's Nicholas smiling as if to say, "Hey Mom! I know I should be tired from all that driving today, but I just learned how to pull myself up! I'm still too wibble-wobbly to stay here on my own, so you get to watch me in terror as my lovable, giant head looms dangerously over the hardwood floor. Love you!!!!!!!!!!!"
Seriously though - I can't believe that Nicholas is old enough to pull himself up. He's not only doing it on our little ottoman, but also in his crib when he wakes up. Within a few minutes after pulling himself up yesterday, he also started fully crawling. Like not just army-style crawling - real crawling. I have a mover on my hands! Can you say baby-proofing?
Did I mention that he's also majorly teething, and has had no regular routine for about a month?
If I'm a bit scarce around these parts this week, now you know why :) And if you feel like throwing up a prayer for patience and the ability to heal boo-boos caused by fuzzy heads accidentally smacking the ground, I would greatly appreciate that. I sure love this little bundle of energy and smiles. He knows how to keep me on my toes!