i put dane down for an overdue afternoon nap and go on about my gardening and such. i think all is well until i hear a squeal of pure delight followed by chatterings and babblings peppered with that amazing squeal. i go into his room to find him standing. yes, standing. he has managed for the very first time to pull himself up and he is soooooo effing happy he can hardly stand it!
but the best part for me is what happens next. i smile and say "what. are. you. DOING??" and he laughs and laughs which makes ME laugh and laugh and we carry on like that for what seems like a really long time for an 8 month old.
life is so sweet.