I’ve come to the conclusion that it must have been the oatmeal.

I’ve fed Jack “big person” oatmeal for the past few mornings, and lo and behold I found him standing in his crib this morning. A heaven-sent miracle!

I’ve even renacted the scene for you (minus the jammies, bedhead, and screaming-with-excitement-mama, of course):

I haven’t seen him pull-up on something since this morning, but it’s bound to happen again. It wasn’t a fluke, right?

I’ve gotta keep feeding him this oatmeal. This morning I made it all “gourmet” on the stove with bananas and cinnamon. Shoot, who would’ve thought I’d be making breakfast on the stove at 7am?