Then, a couple of days later, I pulled myself up to a standing position on the rail by my futon. I guess the Olympic games really inspired me, because on the day of the closing ceremonies, I CRAWLED!

I spent the rest of the month growing another front tooth and practicing my new moves. Daddy's so funny...he walks around following me and saying stuff like, "No! That's dirty!" and "No! That's dangerous!" Maybe I'll be able to walk soon!
