Well, here we are at 8 months. Van is growing up way too fast - it seems he learns a new skill (and by skill, I mean some new way of creating havoc and destruction) every day.
This evening, I came around the corner to find Van as seen below - minus Jen. He had found this box in the living room and pushed it around the couch, skirted the chair, past the table to get to the gate protecting the trash can. He then climbed up onto the box thereby thwarting what Jen and I had previously deemed an impenetrable wall of protection around said trash can.
Clearly we were wrong.