This afternoon Avery and Reichen were having "brother time" in their room. This would also be known as mandatory play in your crib while your brother plays with his cars on the floor, so mamma can have a cup of coffee on the couch and watch FOX news time.
Half way through my cup of creama dreama, Avery starts yelling for me to come in their room. By his high level pitch and the urgency in his voice, I knew something "big" had happened. In the 18 steps it took me to get to their room I had exhausted every scenario my wild imagination could come up with. Did I forget to put up the side of the crib? Reichen wasn't crying... but maybe he was knocked unconscious, or maybe it was going to be that cry that has no sound for 30 seconds because he has inhaled the entire room for what will be the siren of all cries. But I hadn't heard a horrible thud, so it couldn't be that. Did Avery give him one of his cars and Reichen was choking on it? I don't think Avery would do that, he's been warned enough that he knows his hiney would be tanner than his mamma's if he did. Maybe Reichen fell asleep in the midst of the airplanes taking off and landing in the middle of their room. Couldn't be that, I haven't experienced those kind of miracles yet. Two more steps and I'm in the room, cell phone at the ready in case I need to dial 911.
As I round the corner I see Avery standing in the middle of their room with one hand on his hip and one waving up and down at Reichen saying, "look what our baby did for the first time!"
He pulled himself up to a standing position all by himself.
I guess it's time to take down the mobile in the crib.
And I guess it's time for me to drink less coffee.