Well, this changes everything.

This shouldn't surprise me. Noah was pulling himself up a week ago, or at least trying. What's a bit odd is that up until now he has barely sat for any length of time. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't ever stay in one place that long. I honestly thought there would be a short span where he'd sit, then work upwards from there.

But, no. He has moved directly from commando crawling (granted, he's cross-crawling, but with his tummy on the ground) to standing. As you can imagine, that makes it tough to get up. He often, but not always, pulls himself up with his hands. He's incredibly pleased once he's up.

So pleased, in fact, that he's not willing to stop there. Oh, no. Noah wants to climb. Yes, climb. And he can. He has made it to the couch (the one in the photo) several times, without my help. I've sat there and watched him do it. And even then, he's looking to move onwards. I've seen the way he's eyeing the end tables and top of the couch, and I don't like it one bit.

He has yet to understand that he can't walk away from whatever he's pulled himself up on. His balance isn't nearly good enough to try that without falling. I try to stay on him, but he's still managed a few good falls. We have a pad under our area carpet, but it still makes for a hard fall, and most of our floor is hardwood. Before, I could leave the room for a moment or two, but not now. He's also realized that the bathtub is the perfect height to pull up on, and he can probably climb into that, too. Needless to say the bathroom door is now shut all the time (which he hates). I'm not sure whether to start calling him "Fearless" or "Stupid."

It all thrills me, of course. I just have the feeling I've got a dare devil on my hands. Wish me luck.