I may have exaggerated with the "away" part. She didn't go anywhere, but Harper did pull herself up twice this afternoon. She was first lured into a standing position by the sight of Wrigley and the much-admired remote control lying side by side on the couch. Then she saw ol' Dozey-boy frolicking in the backyard during her second go-around. I'm sure she was surprised--he doesn't frolic often, or ever, really.
Wrigley looks at Harper's feet as if to say "whaaaaaaaaat?"
She frequently pulls up onto her knees and practices her balancing act.
Having a blast with her new toys!
She will eventually be able to walk behind this toy. Methinks she'll be vacuuming the floors in no time!