What goes up must come down...

Well, less than a week after the pediatrician informed me that Mary Elizabeth should AT LEAST be pulling herself up, and actually should be walking by now, she decided they must be at least half right and began pulling herself up, some.

She mainly can pull up to gates and crib rails that you can basically climb up -- the sofa is still too high for her vertically challanged (short) self. At any rate, this pulling up thing presents its own set of problems for her, i.e. how do you get down? She's not discovered that her bottom has ample padding for the release and let fall method, and therefore she just gets up there and stalls and gets upset. Perhaps I have not previously shared the fact that Mary Elizabeth, when tired and completely frustrated with her inability to do something, has a temper that some might think rivals a redhead. When it is a toy that she cannot seem to master she tosses it around the room, when it is a binky that she no longer wants, she throws it to the ground, when it is her inability to get down from a standing position she does what all good women do when faced with a challange with no apparent solution, she has a good cry. I'm sure that in the next day or two she will discover that she can fall on her fanny and not break, but for now we just have to rescue her once in a while.