Look at me Mom!

“Hey!”

“Colin, it’s 4:00 in the morning.”

“Hey! Hey!”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming in.”

I had been sleeping on the couch (because my back hurts and the couch makes it hurt less, for whatever reason) when Colin started shouting what sounded very much like “Hey!” from his crib at 4:00 this morning. I tried to ignore him for a little while to see if he would go back to sleep, but he just kept getting louder, so I gave up and went in to see what he needed.

And there he stood, in his crib, leaning over the side rail all proud of his little self. 

Yes, our boy who can’t get into a sitting position on his own (or out of it for that matter) has figured out how the pull himself up in his crib. 

To be honest, it wasn’t a surprise. He had done the same thing once during the day with John, and is pulling up on everything in sight. But I was kind of hoping we could skip the pull-up-in-the-crib-in-the-middle-of-the-night thing. Oh well.

First on our agenda for today — lower the crib mattress. We didn’t need to rush into moving the mattress with Veronica. She’s not likely to vault herself over the side of the crib. That’s just not her style. 

Colin, on the other hand, is the baby most likely to take up sky diving before the age of 7. The boy has no fear (and consequently, no sense of danger). So he spent the rest of the night (awake) in bed with me, so I could keep him from going airborne.

So I’m tired, he’s proud of himself, and we’re on our way to having the first baby who started walking before he could sit. (Okay, probably not the first. But one of the few, I would guess.)

Crazy kid.