He's just about there - to walking, that is. He can crawl anywhere he wants to go - no matter if he's supposed to be there or not - and pulls up on anything taller than the floor. And this afternoon, we graduated from stand-at-the-table-being-proud-of-himself to move-from-one-piece-of-furniture-to-the-next-while-standing. Uh oh. I thought I had a little more time before we hit this stage, but here we go, whether I'm ready or not.