It's official. Baby's first word was "up", though it sounds more like "uppa" when he says it.
I was told a second child would be different, and Vincent does not disappoint. As soon as he learned how to roll, he was desperate to walk. He'd wait his head off until we'd hold him vertical, and then happily flop his legs.
I told him "Sorry kiddo, gotta learn how to sit and crawl" and by gum, if he didn't stop crying at tummy time and flip on his belly, and just sit there flailing without fail until early this month. A week shy of 7 months, he learned to do a combo of rolling and army crawling to get around. He can't raise himself to a sitting position quite yet, though not for lack of trying. He basically does the pushup part of it, and then flops back forward. If I help him get balanced though, he does a pretty good job of staying sitting for a couple of minutes while grinning from ear to ear.
And then there's the "uppa" thing. "Uppa" refers to wanting to be held vertically, while he either pretends to walk, or as mom and dad's fancy strike, pretend to be Superman flying through the room. On average, he asks for "uppa" three times a day.
Lately, when we pick him up that way, I tell him "Sorry kiddo, you'll have to stand if you want to walk". I shouldn't be surprised, then, that lately I see him trying to pull up on the toy bar of the green chair.
"Easy, kid!", I am tempted to say, "You can barely sit without help", if not for the fact that it could be interpreted as a challenge to do backflips.