Will has always been a very chilled-out boy, and I can honestly say I’ve never really seen him get a bee in his bonnet (oh my God – did I really just say that) – until now. Being upright is his mission, he’s not fussed about perfecting crawling at all and is still happily dragging himself around like someone who’s had both legs blown off. However he drags with purpose, preferably towards a piece of furniture he can scale and, even better, a piece of furniture with the cat sitting on top. Poor Mol, she can’t get a moment’s peace (this morning Will managed to corner her and grab her tail in his iron grip. All respect to Molly, she didn’t go for him, just looked appalled and waited for him to be removed).
This afternoon at naptime I found him standing up in his cot, grinning from ear to ear. Time to lower the mattress another notch methinks.
William's First Year 