One Little Bean

Every time I turn around, or lie down on the floor, you are grabbing onto the bookshelf, the couch, your toy car, a pillow, the tv, my hips and pulling yourself up into a standing position, from where you grins at your world, triumphant.

And you get cocky... look mom, one hand!! as you teeter proudly, your left hand casually resting on the couch and supporting you.

Yes, you've fallen, gone wham on the floor, bumped your head, face-planted on plastic toys... but you don't cry. You just wriggle till you have your arms where you want them, and then you're up and off again... to climb the next great adventure.

You must get all this inquisitiveness from your tatus.