At least that's what he believes...
My busy little boy is 8 months old today. But shhhhh... don't tell him. He has no idea.
Since he was teeny tiny nugget, Tru baby has always wanted to be bigger than he was, always trying to do things he wasn't able to do yet. Not only could he not do what he was trying to do, but he would get quite frustrated by his "shortcomings." Poor little fella.
His latest extreme desire is to be able to stand. Once again, he has no idea that he is only 8 months old with spaghetti legs. He tries to pull up on everything, and when he can't do it himself (most of the time right now), he reaches out his little hands to hold my fingers for support. Then he's up! And he will just stand there, holding my fingers and smiling, forever. He can't play with his toys, and he doesn't try to walk yet, so he just stands. It's a standing stalemate. It really is the cutest, sweetest thing, but it can also make for some loooong stretches of time. Standing...staring...
As you can see from the pictures, I have tried helping him stand and then showing him to hold onto the couch or whatever else is nearby. He can do it, and he thinks it's great fun; however, he typically gets a little cocky and just lets go. Bad move, spaghetti legs. Bad move. So for now we will stick mostly to standing stalemates. There are definitely worse ways to spend my day than staring at his smiling, too-big-for-his-britches self.
So next time you're standing around, think of us! We be standin' aaaaalllll day.
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