Sometimes I get pretty upset and I need to do something about it. I used to simply cry, but now I emphasize my irritation by also getting up on my four. I am still a little wobbly and I barely crawl in this position, but it is just a matter of time until I move on. This is not the first time I got on my four, it is the first time daddy had the camera handy to take pictures of me. He used to be torn between helping me with my unformulated problem and documenting the new milestone. So far he had chosen the former, now he chose the latter.