We used to walk into Eliza's room and she'd be on her tummy, trying to peek over the padded bumpers in the crib. Eventually, she would be on her knees, clutching the bars and peering between them.
Today we walked in the room, when she was supposed to napping, to find her fully-standing and sorta pulling herself along the perimeter of the crib walls. Daddy sure is glad he lowered the bed all the way down a few weeks ago.
Look Who's Standing (In Her Crib)!
