Literally the day after I posted about my worries that Baby Z was developmentally behind... Baby Z decides to pull himself up for the first time. I went in to get him up in the morning and he just scoots on over to the crib side I had just lowered, plops his hands down and pulls himself up to standing. Just like that.
If Baby Z could talk he would have said: "Ah Mom, I had you goin' there for a little while! Hee Hee!"
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