Let the Games Begin

Let's cut to the chase, shall we? He's standing. On his own. Standing. He grabs the table/chair/pants leg/whatever is at hand, pulls up, straightens his little legs, and voila! Standing. Nobody helping, nobody stabilizing, nobody lifting him. He just decided this was the time, and suddenly, what you get is the photo below.
Every five minutes. You put him on the floor, he's back standing up before you can count to ten. He falls down, it doesn't matter, he has his Mother's stubbornness, so he cries for ten seconds, then he's back standing ten seconds after that. And almost always at the coffee table. See if you can figure out why by looking at the photo below...
Laptops. It was one thing to have the capacity to look at them and drool in their vicinity. But to stand up, and be able to actually grab them, well, can you see the motivation now? Now that he's standing, everything is in reach: laptops, cellphones, remote controls. Which, of course, means the Mommy and Daddy had to find new places to hide all of the forbidden stuff, since as you can see, the coffee table is no longer really an option.
Did we mention that we weren't exactly ready for this step?