{Thirty-nine} Standing Tall

I am nine months old today. A big giggling eating machine. Now that I know how to pull myself up on things, I only like to stand. Being tall instead of floor level makes my life a lot easier. However, there is a downside to standing all the time because I don't have good balance. I fall. Often, and a lot. A bruise here. Goose egg there. Cut under my eye. My entire head is one big ache. So, due to all my lumps and bruises, mumma didn't do my nine month photoshoot last week. And then I got three new boo boo's over the weekend so no shoot again. We'll see if I can make a few days without injury and heal up all these unsightly injuries (actually, I think I look cool... rough and tough).