The Boy wants to stand. Just like the Girl at this age, he pushes up into a wobbly standing position any and every time he has enough support.

We discovered tonight, though, that unlike L, the Boy loves the strange, hang-in-the-doorway bouncer that we got from who knows where or whom.

He liked the effect of jumping, bouncing here and there. He liked the effect of swinging, the gentle motion causing him to squeal his “I’m thrilled silly” squeal.

But mostly, he liked to swing his legs wildly. That boy’s going to be a runner, I tell you.