This is where Fox always seems to end up nowadays -holding on to the edge of the coffee table, standing up. No matter where I set him down to play in the living room, he always finds his way to the coffee table and pulls himself right up. At first, this freaked me out a little bit because sometimes he would slip off and fall down and start crying. Luckily, the crying was just from being scared, as opposed to being hurt. But I couldn't help but worry he would eventually hurt himself. But now it seems like the only thing we need to worry about is keeping him from getting to the oreos on the coffee table (I like to keep them within arms length when I'm watching Community or Parenthood, naturally).
Not gonna lie, I'm confusingly excited that the only thing getting in the way of this kid standing up and walking all on his own seems to be a better sense of balance. The excited part is there because I just love that Fox is learning to better control his body, and I love that he loves it! The confusing part comes in because I feel like I shouldn't be excited for this little guy to grow up so fast. Because, honestly, it has been going so incredibly fast. That's the way it goes though, right? It's a bit of a bummer that he's not always going to be a tiny baby, but as he gets older each day, he's only becoming more and more fun. It just keeps getting better and better. So I will cherish all of his tiny snuggles and his huge dependence on me, but I won't let myself linger there. I will keep moving forward with him.
Or at least that's what I'll keep telling myself.