Dear Marshall,
Just a few days ago you learned how to pull yourself into a standing position. First you pulled yourself up on the bins of clothes we were using to block off a door. Next you pulled yourself up in your crib and scared us half to death because you were within maybe an inch of being able to throw yourself over the rail. Thank goodness we realized it in time to lower your mattress! Then you started using just about anything you could get your hands on, including your tired old parents, and now you stand, and fall, just about everywhere you are allowed to go. Your father and I chase after you with blankets and pillows. We arrange them around you, hoping they will keep you from knocking your head too hard. You have fallen many times, and I don’t know who is more traumatized, you or us.
Mind your head, Sweets. You only get one!
Love,
Mom