Yikes, he's a climber

Baby L has started standing unassisted, but yesterday he discovered his inner climber. Or his outer climber. I would go out of a room, come back, and find the baby sitting somewhere new, like on a bin of Christmas stuff waiting to be put away, or in A's bed, or on a bookshelf waving a lamp around. A was not a climber, and L is. Holy cow, climbers are scary.

The best/scariest moment was finding L standing on a table next to the Christmas tree. He was standing all by himself, on top of a table that is maybe two feet high or so, looking up at the tree with determination. Lo, Everest, I have found you and you will be mine. No, no, no. Tree's going out today before he is able to put his schemes in motion.

The half-life on the crib just started ticking.

The funniest part is that he's able to stand as long as he's not thinking about it. Once he seems to be aware that he is standing, he falls down or has to grab on to something. He'll be cruising along furniture, see that A has something, and let go of the furniture to have his hands free to grab something. He takes the toy and waves it around until he wants to move. Then he realizes he's not holding onto anything and either falls on his bottom or grabs something for balance.

We took him to the doctor's yesterday because he's been getting up in the freaking middle of the night and we assumed he was sick (little head cold and some fluid in the ears, but nothing major), but now I realize he's hitting the standing milestone and is waking up in the middle of the night the way people do when they're learning something new and are excited about it.