Cole is FINALLY standing. I showed him how to get up on his knees and that was all the help he needed. The rest of the day Monday he was crawling up on everything. Then he was trying to stand, but there isn't really anything for him to pull up on. Last night Casey went to check on Cole in his crib and there he was as happy as can be and standing up. So it's time to lower the crib, but it is kind of sad because it made me realize how much he has grown. Soon (hopefully) he will be walking and every day I look at him and he looks less and less like a baby and more and more like a little boy. Depressing!
