Our son is walking and talking like a 2 foot nutty professor. He's all over the place--careening too and fro as if drunk on his emerging abilities. Reminds me of that scene in ET where he drinks all that beer.
One of the things we are noticing immediately (and it's not like we weren't warned about this) is that he has a whole different attitude toward his environment than the girls did. As far as he is concerned, this place is meant to be CONQUERED. Where the girls would, say, walk up to and touch a box we might have on the floor, he views it as something he must climb at all costs. He stops at nothing until he has it directly under his person--even if that means he has to collapse it first to get it there.
As I am now considering the acquistion of a new 8 foot tall oak bookcase, I must admit this whole affair terrifies me slightly.
All fruitless baby-proofing aside, his antics are certainly entertaining and we plan to catch as much of that show as we can--at least before he tears the "stage" down.