Standing

For months, Angie had me believing that she couldn't sit up on her own. Then, one day, she just did it. Well, she's had me believing for the last several weeks that she can't, without using some object -- me, the sofa, a chair leg, a toy --, move to a standing position. Hah. Wrong again. Yesterday morning, at Grandma's house, pretty as you please, like she'd been doing it forever, she got into a squatting position, pushed her legs out straight with her hands resting on the floor, and then. . . she just stood up. Fine. Be that way.