Miles is no longer content standing in place. His legs are constantly on the go.
His toys are no longer exciting, forcing him to savagely chew on the leg of his play gym as a last resort for some shred of happiness.
After listening to an entire morning of his squawks and protests over every single position that we try, I'm seriously wondering why I didn't put a little whiskey in my first cup of coffee. I know the problem, he wants to stand, but simply can't do it on his own. Naturally, it's very frustrating for us both. I think there may be another wonder week on the horizon.
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