Reaching New Heights

When Charlotte awakened from her nap on Monday, I heard her crying from the dining room where I was working on the computer.

I took my time going to her, engrossed in whatever I was doing. When I finally opened the door of her room, I was shocked to find my little bundle of just-learned-to-army-crawl goodness staring me right in the face with white knuckles gripping the rails of the crib. That's right. She was standing up! She's only 8 months old.

Does that make her "advanced"? (There's only one right answer to that question.)