Kit decided that he's had enough of seeing the world on his tummy. About two weeks ago, he got on to all fours, albeit shakily, and started crawling. And sometimes in the dead of the night, responding to his cries, I would stumble in to his room and find him sitting up in bed.
One day, Terence entered his room only to find him standing in bed, grinning his impish grin.
He's an expert at pulling himself up and cruising around now. Whew. For a moment, we were worried about his development.