Asher was getting too tall for his stander. Like way too tall. Not only was the supportive chest strap around his tummy, but the strap that went around his bum was somewhere behind his thighs. No matter how I tried to jimmy it up, I couldn't get him to stand well when he had outgrown it by that much.
Jordan, who is less versed in Asher's equipment, wasn't as used to making little adjustments every time he put him in it. So Jordan strapped Asher in, put him at his train table, and Asher began playing away. Jordan checked on him a couple of minutes later and he was standing on one leg. Pretty normal when he gets tired - he takes weight on his stronger leg and stands like a pelican. But Asher said he was still fine and didn't want to get out, so we straightened his leg and left him again for a few minutes.
Next time I checked on him this is what I found: Asher hanging from some sort of torture device!
In our defence, we do check on Asher every couple of minutes and we are never farther that one room away. He is also very good at calling out when he needs help. This does look worse than it actually was - he is not actually hanging from it as it may appear, but he is kneeling on the knee pads, somehow managing to get both feet off the ground and into a kneeling position. Pretty amazing feat actually.
And then there is the issue of his pants, which were somehow a casualty of this whole ordeal. Diaper stayed in tact, thank goodness.
Asher's so easy going. But this little predicament enforced that it was really, really time for a new stander. Wait'll you see the fancy dancy one he has now.
Oh wait - you weren't expecting it this post though were you? I can barely manage one photo, and this one is weeks old. It's coming, I promise.