So, this whole crawling thing has totally thrown me for a loop. Gracie didn't ever crawl, or pull herself up for that matter, so I never got to experience this the first time around. So I'm constantly amazed by the places he manages to get himself to. Like....

Don't mind me. Just making some popcorn.


This Coke Zero stuff is yumm-ay! No wonder you drink so much of it!


Yay! More water to splash!


If I was just a liiiiittttlllle bit taller, I could totally climb up on this bed and get you.


Okay, he might have had a little bit of help getting up on the trampoline,
but he pulled himself up on the bar all by himself!

He absolutely hated being IN it, but thinks it's great fun to swing it....

And last, but certainly not least:

What? I'm just climbing the stairs. No big deal.

I left the room for literally 30 seconds, and Gracie starts screaming "Mommy! Wyatt's climbing the stairs!" I figured he was maybe on the first, or possibly even second stair. You know, 'cause he's new at this and all. But I came around the corner and there he was, SIX STAIRS UP. After having a small heart attack, I called Gracie to come and sit with him so he'd be safe, and I got the camera. What? That's safe!