Grayson's pulling up on everything in the house now. And not just pulling up, but pulling up and over things. If we gave her enough time, I think she would have pulled herself up over this plastic wobbly drawer thing.
She's also gotten a cold in the last couple of days. We didn't want to drop her off at the church nursery and have all the other parents hate us, so Millie went to the early service and I stayed with Gray. She was standing up underneath the kitchen table when she decided to climb up over the crosstie between the table legs and . . . KaThwap!! Girlfriend fell flat on her face. No hands, no arms, all face.
I picked her up (her face still on the ground; her feet still in the air), dabbed a bloody nose and mouth, figured we didn't need to go to the hospital, called Millie and told her we were good ("yes, I'm sure we're good . . . I promise . . . no, her nose isn't crooked").
We sat down and had some blueberries and cheerios, took a nap, and everything was as good as new (except for the fat lip and red marks on her face.)
Grayson said the best part of her day was trying out her new (well . . . borrowed from the Potts) swing. Thanks Potts.
"Swing daddy, swing!"
Note that she keeps both hands on the ropes. She's very safety conscious now.