Pull up
I had an outstanding day today. Perhaps “up standing” would be more accurate.
Mama put me in my crib so that she could “paint her face” before going out. (Like papa, I don’t understand why women need to do this… although I do understand the appeal of a mirror!) I got bored with the stuff in my crib so I decided to pull myself up into the standing position.
When mama came in, she was so happy to see me standing. Duh! I have been trying to do this for a few weeks now (7.38MB)! But each time mama and papa prevent me from pulling myself all the way up. I tried on the coffee table, I tried with papa’s sarong, etc. Each time they said I would pull something down. When I tried their legs, they said I looked like a dog humping away! Piffle!
Bwah-hee-hee, soon I will be walking and I will crush you like a cockroach! But please continue to change my diapers or prop me on the toilet bowl. I am afraid those tasks are still beneath me!
Baby Isaac
