So Peanut has started crawling. Big time. She had her first tentative crawl two weeks ago, 1 day before her 6-month birthday and now she’s unstoppable. And the whole time I cheered her on, I’m thinking, “I’m not ready for this!” I mean, really. Where did the last six months go? You know how everybody tells you to enjoy it because it all goes by in a flash? Well, they weren’t kidding. Six months ago, my little Nut was barely able to open her eyes and now she’s cruising around faster than her old Mom can sometimes.
When she discovered she could roll over, it was like a whole new world had opened up to her and boy, were we in trouble. We used to be able to put her on the couch while we went to the bathroom or to the kitchen to get a drink. We quickly learned that those days were over when we were both in the kitchen preparing dinner and Peanut was on the couch (a mere 3 feet away), chillaxing. Or so we thought. As soon as we heard the ‘thud‘ that came from my daughter falling off the couch, my heart stopped and I ran over to make sure she was ok. After a bit of crying (hers and mine) and a lot of guilt and heartache (all mine), she was fine but that’s the moment that we realized life will never be the same. Now she rolls over the second I try to put her on her back and she instantly starts crawling even when there’s no place for her to go.
So, the babyproofing begins. Ugh. Somehow I thought we had all the time in the world. I really don’t think I’m ready for this.
Here she is, right before she really mastered the whole crawling thing…