Standing

On Friday morning just after speaking at length to Toby's Granny in England, about how he's not really understanding what his knees are for, and not showing much desire to pull himself up off the ground, something magical happened.
I was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea and watching the little man wriggling along the floor. He suddenly spotted his favourite book on the coffee table, way out of reach, and something must have just clicked for him. He wriggled over to the table, put his two little hands on the edge, and after a lot of effort (but no tears, a miracle!) he pulled himself up to stand.

I clapped with joy, and he smiled back at me, giggling with pride.