• a downward dog-ish pushing-off with her feet that, when done with her hands on an elevated surface (say, Mommy's hip while Mommy is lying on her side on the floor), suspiciously resembles pulling up;
• after being assisted by my mother to stand with her hands on the edge of my parents' couch, several cruising-like steps along said couch;
• crawling UP TWO STEPS from our sunken living room to the foyer. Yes, she cried the whole time out of frustration and I think semi-panic at not knowing exactly where she was taking herself, but I know she will soon figure out that this feat can be repeated. Let me say it again: My seven-month-old baby CRAWLED UP STEPS.
Crap crap crap. Large prison-like baby gate contraption has been ordered. Pray for me.