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Update: Tonight I put him down, went off to the kitchen, put a bread pudding in the oven, stepped into the laundry room, and was just about to turn on the dryer when I heard someone behind me. There was Nate, holding a book and beaming. I put him back down. The second time he got up, I was right outside his door, and I learned that even when he's planning on getting down all by himself, he has the courtesy to say, "Down! Down!" emphatically. I just put him down for try #3. Good thing I already know how to do this from watching Supernanny.

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