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Milestone: Pull-ups

This past week, Soren learned to pull himself up to standing. He's been able to stand with support for awhile and he's been able to pull himself up to a kneeling position for a while, too. But this week he put all the skills and gained dexterity together and started to pull himself all the way up. Now he scoots over to wherever I am and pulls himself hand over hand up my skirt or pants until he can look over the couch or rocking chair and see my face. The more he learns to do, the more fun it is to play with him. And I must admit, it's rewarding to see that as he gains the ability to get what he wants, most of the time he just wants to get closer to me or to Scott.

The down side to this is that he is a lot more testy about going to bed. His crib used to be a place that he couldn't see out of. It kept outside stimulation to a minimum and created a safe, soothing environment for him to sleep in. Now, as soon as he hits the crib, he scoots around and pulls up on the bars until he is looking out at the nursery. And with so much more of the world visible, he's never content to close his eyes! He might miss something!

I suppose our excitement will pass; he'll get tired of pulling up at bedtime and I'll forget that there was a time he couldn't come over and tug himself up to me. The novelty will wear off for both of us but right now, I'm enjoying this new skill. He's like a whole new baby.
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