It hasn't even been a week of crawling and she figured out how to pull herself up in her crib. I'm not at all surprised. She was so proud of herself, all I could do was laugh.
Every evening our routine is dinner, bath, bottle (w/ Wheel of Fortune), a few minutes of play time, and then off to bed. Typically by that time she is so tuckered out she falls to sleep rather quickly once she's in her crib. Last night was a little bit different. I put her in her crib, tucked her in and said "good night". Ryan was busy in the kitchen and I was going to work out so I figured I'd check in on her before I went outside. Keep in mind its now almost 8 o'clock and she usually turns into a pumpkin by 7:30. Not this time... I go to peek in her room and through the shadows I see this little wobbly body standing tall grabbing at the bears on her mobile. As soon as she spotted me she giggled. I called to Ryan and said "I told you to lower her mattress over the weekend. Now look at this monkey!".
I went to wake Lily up this morning but she had beat me to it. She was standing tall with a big smile on her face.
