jonas has been trying for several weeks to pull himself up into a standing position. he will always get so close, and then his feet will slide just enough where a look of utter fear crosses his face and he crashes to the ground.
imagine the small heart attack i had on saturday morning as i walked back into the living room with my cup of juice...and this is what i saw.
yeah, just totally chilling. just hanging out and playing with his toys. and i was all like "JONAS! YOU ARE STANDING! YOU ARE MY ITTY BITTY BABY! WHERE'S THE CAMERA?! CRAP! WHERE'S MY PHONE!"
of course i said none of that aloud, just silently screaming it my head. i did my best super stealth moves, slllllllooooowwwwwllllllly putting down the cup of juice. and then slooooooooowwwwwly inching my fingers along the arm of the chair to grab my phone. then sllllllllllllooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyy opening the camera app, taking a few pictures.
after getting a few shots, i just knew that i HAD to get one of him facing me. in my mind, there would be a slight breeze blowing back his hair as his looked over his shoulder at me, giving me "blue steel".
instead, i called out his name, he looked at me...and fell down.
and that, my friends, is how i single-handedly ruined his first experience of standing up all by himself. i rule.