L spent bathtime standing up in the middle of the slippery tub, sitting down with a satisfying splash, and standing up again -- while holding on to NOTHING.
And, in a true act of daring and creativity, yesterday I found L standing on the singing chair and with one foot on top of the toy stove.
In the 2.5 years that E slept in a crib, she never once tried to climb out. I don't think we're going to be so lucky with the second child.
