This morning, Ryan & I are hanging out downstairs while Abby is taking her nap. I hear her wake up, but she is happily cooing and content, so I figure I can finish what I am doing real quick before I get her. Ryan, however, has heard her too.
"Abby waking up, I go upstairs, say good morning to her."
Okay, no problem, he is a great big brother and likes to do this. I hear him walking in her room, followed by:
"Abby standing up in crib!"
Say what?!? the quick thinker I am, I say something along the lines of 'really?' as I rush to the halfway point of the stairs where I can look across the banister into her room. I see her standing and being the wonderful mother I am, I dash back downstairs for the camera. Unfortunately, Ryan updates the situation for me ...
"Abby WAS standing. Abby no standing in crib anymore." Too slow, Mommy, too slow.
So Ryan & I sit in Abby's room as she's hanging out in her crib. And sure enough, in just a minute or two, she pulls herself all the way to standing and I've got my picture :)