Will the real Baby Callum Please Stand Up, Please Stand Up...

Callum is really starting to find his feet now. Literally. He still looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, but the speed by which he gets around is frightening. He's becoming far more expressive, with a habit of squinting up his eyes when he wants to have a grizzle about something, and then opening them wide to make sure you're really listening. He has a real habit of following Anth around, and she still can't leave the room when he's tired without him howling, and trying to chase after her.

He also is practicing his standing techniques. So much so, that he has begun to pull himself on objects. This includes using my hairy legs as part of his attempts. His little pincer grips grab the hairs, and I think I know what getting a leg wax must be like. He can stand up against the table, and tonight whilst Anth was in the bath, he thought it would be a good idea to try to get in with her. That meant attempts to crawl up onto the step.

The only problem with these attempts is that when he pulls himself up, he often ends up falling over backwards. Balance is a bit of an issue. This commonly results in a bang to the back of the head, which isn't so bad on the carpet, but makes for big cries when he does it in the bathroom on the tiles. By going up onto the bath step it meant he also toppled over from a height - well, a height relative to him! By the time we dropped him in the bath for a wash he'd banged up the back of his head, his forehead, and his nose.

Ciao for Now, Stand Up Angry Dad.