I slept in my own room!

I slept in my crib, in my own room last night. This change bothered me much less than it bothered Mom. She was up half the night just straining to hear any noises I might be making, and imagining all kinds of terrible nighttime things that might happen (suffocation, freezing to death, electrical fire started by he space heater). But nothing happened, I just woke up to eat twice as usual and then was ready for playtime around dawn. And this morning when she changed me out of a super wet diaper, I peed on her, the table, and the wall (including a nice painting my cousin made, which I kind of miss now.)

Stand-up comedy

I can stand up. I mean, I do need help -- a pair of fingers to grab onto, that will help pull me where I want to go -- but I can do it. And standing up is soooo cool. Almost as good as sitting (which I can also do, with assistance.

In both cases, I get an awesome elevated view of my surroundings, which I can check out by bobbling my giant head from side to side. Since I'm upright, I can also burp (and spit up, and drool) quite well. With some interesting results, given the height.

And my little baby abs are getting hard as rocks, since I do this all over...and over...and over...and over...

and when mom lets me plop back onto soft pillows each time, it makes me grin all goofy.