Cue the National Anthem. Alright, please don't. I don't want to hear the National Anthem until this country does a 180 and maybe loses an entire administration to the plague. Okay soooooo... Cue cheerleading smash hit "stand up! sit down! fight, fight, fight!"
We have a stander on our hands, er... We have a stander on his feet. He is currently eat-standing up in his highchair. Another favorite pastime? Standing between my legs, hanging on my zipper or button or the pegs I have sticking out of the kneecaps of my dress. (high couture) He stands in his stroller (tries.) He stands in his crib. (No, really, he doesn't even sleep anymore.)
Exhibit ABC:
"Goodnight pirate of the snails!" (tiptoeing out of the room)
"Deet deet deet!" (already fully standing up in 2.3 seconds)
"Duuuuuuuuude."
"Deet deet deet!" (jumping up and down and holding crib bar.)
"Goodnight fritatta-bug-egg!" (sneaking out of room, not that he can even notice because he is so proud of his new accomplishment and his new found self-sufficiency, he's like, "mom? Who needs her?")
ONE HOUR LATER
(peeking in at Archer)
"Deet deet deet!" (still jumping and holding onto bar. STILL STANDING)
TWO HOURS LATER
(peeking in at archer, munching pop-corn)
"Deet deet deet" (not jumping as vigorously. Just kinda hanging out. Bug life, y'all)
LITERALLY 3AM
(peeking it at Archer, bleary-eyed)
"Deet deet deet!!!!!" (proclaiming while standing spread eagle with one hand pointing at the ceiling a la Flashdance)
"Okay, forget-it, Chitty-chitty-bang-bang. Have it your way. Deet deet deet."
"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. Deet. Deet. Deet. Deet..."
And so it goes, every night and naptime the kid stands up for what he believes in. I'm not quite sure what "deet deet deet" means but I have a feeling it's a cause well worth fighting for. It would have to be. He's standing tall and firm and he won't sleep until... deet, deet, deet is deeeeeeted. It's Deet and I support him com-deeeet-ley. Deet in the middle deet.
GGC
