The F word

This has been a week of tricks for Clementine. She's perfecting crawling and is now good enough at it to be a little dangerous, she's comprehending the sign for milk and may or may not be flashing it as she guzzles (I can't quite tell), and she's (gulp) starting to pull herself up on the side of her crib or the couch and standing. Did you hear that? She's STANDING. It's really freaking me out. She's also waving, though it's not really tied to "hi" or "bye." But the cutest trick of all is this new little sound she makes. It started as a kind of blowing reminscent of the great raspberry phase, but it quickly has become a distinct "fff" sound, as if she's getting ready to say "food fight," "fillibuster," "fire truck." All day long, she smiles and says "fffff." I'm terrified that one day soon she's going to look at a total stranger and just let it rip: "fffffuck." I know it's not likely, but she's not even seven months old and already trying to get up and walk.