Standing Up In My Crib

Last night, I was pitching a fit because my Mom and Dad would not come get me in the middle of the night...If you think you've read this before, you HAVE...because it is a reoccuring battle between us! I usually sleep through the night these days, but sometimes I wake up and Mom's a softy and can't bear to hear me cry for too long...she's always worried that I'm in discomfort because of my teething, or I may have a fever because I felt warm earlier, or I might have a wet diaper, or a poopy diaper, or whatever potential misery I could be in. But typically, I just want my midnight snack...and won't let up until I get it! So she usually sends Dad up to get me (Dad says she needs to get tough or I'll be waking them up for the rest of their lives) and then she gives me milk and I'm happy for a few more hours. But she let me cry it out for an hour last night...I'd doze off and then wake up with a vengeance and then doze off again and wake up furiously. After what Mom thought was the final time I'd gone to sleep, she tip-toed upstairs so she could cover me with a blanket so I wouldn't get cold. Mistake, lady. I heard her coming and so I started screaming again! When she never came in to get me, you'll never guess what I did...I gathered up all of the strength I could and grabbed onto the rungs of the crib and lifted myself up. I was STANDING!!! Mom saw me in the monitor wailing and rocking back and forth on my feet. GIVE...ME...MY...MILK!!!!! Then I didn't know how to get down, so I let go and crashed sideways into my mattress like a humpback whale crashing into the ocean. That was fun...so I tried it again. Finally, Mom sent Dad in to get me...CHUMP...and he brought me downstairs to Mom who gave me milk. Then I was happy and I went to sleep for the rest of the night...I was so tired because I wore myself out! But it's a good thing Mom and Dad moved the crib down to the second level yesterday...I went from sitting to standing in one day! That's one New Year's resolution scratched off the list...