Calvin can pull himself up to standing by holding on to the coffee table, dining room chairs, lower shelves of bookshelves, etc. But he doesn't know how to get back down. So several times a day he starts fussing and rocking back and forth while holding on to the furniture, waiting for someone to rescue him. If I walk up behind him and lightly rest my hands just below his arms, he immediately relaxes and falls into my hands before sitting back on the floor.
In other news, this morning Clara (barely) hit her thigh against the table and started fussing, and Jane immediately directed me to go get Clara some ice. Later Clara walked up to me to ask for a washcloth with milk dripping down her hair and chest. She had gotten the gallon of milk out of the fridge and tried to pour it into her cup on the kitchen counter, which requires lifting the milk above her head. Noble effort.
And as I write this Calvin has crawled to me, pulled himself up to holding on to my leg, and is babbling to himself and licking my knee.
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