A momentous achievement for the little guy over the Christmas period - the ability to pull himself up. On EVERYTHING. Note the mischievous expression on his face. For the past few days, I've spent almost every moment pursuing Jarvis around the house and waiting (without him realising I"m doing it) for him to topple over. He hasn't quite worked out that he needs to be hanging onto something in order to remain upright, and lets go with the intention of walking away. He then looks astonished when he finds himself sitting (if he's lucky!) on the floor. Really looking forward to him working out how to get down from his adventures in standing up without plummeting.
His newfound love of standing up has meant that the safety sleep has had to come out - I've never used it before & wasn't terribly keen, but if it's a choice between having him strapped in or highjumping out of the cot & hitting the floor, we'll go with the strapping in for now. He was using the cot as a trampoline before we made the safety sleep decision - seriously bouncing up & down like a gymnast whilst holding onto the side & shrieking with joy!
He's also worked out how to properly crawl, although he still prefers the fast slide crawl when he's inside on the hardwood floor. The grass outside seems to be a little scratchy to slide on, so he sighs, gets up on all fours, and crawls the old fashioned way :) Nice work!