Really Moving Now...

This morning I put David down in the middle of the family room floor and stepped out of the room to switch the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.  I could hear him getting frustrated, and assumed he was just trying to move towards a particular toy.  I walked back into the room and realized I was greatly mistaken.  David had moved (I'm not sure if it was a crawl or scoot) to our love seat.  He then proceeded to pull himself up and was happily cruising the length of the love seat when I walked into the room.  He looked up at me, gave me a HUGE smile, and then continued on his way.  I was so excited, raced to get my phone and call Dave.  My bubble deflated slightly when he responded with, "Oh! I forgot to tell you, he did that last night while you were at church."