Let me just preface: I knew that when I kept saying "I can't wait for her to crawl!" that I was going to regret it. I knew I would, before the words left my mouth I knew it but still, call it "new parent stupid" but I still really couldn't wait! And when she started to scoot around with spurts of crawling I was genuinely excited... no more. While I knew I'd regret it, I thought it might take a little longer than it has.
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| Crawling out of her pj's won't stop her |
So our normal routine when I'm trying to dry my hair and get ready is I put Sam in the recliner in the office (where my hairdryer is) with all her toys. I put her facing the back of the recliner with the foot part up and pillows stacked behind her. This keeps her contained in a nice padded little box with moderate entertainment. That combined with my blasting music, dancing around like a mental patient seems to keep her occupied long enough for me to finish... no more. :( She's now bound and determined to crawl out of that chair, smack on her head. So, in my never ending wisdom, I decided to side step that land mine and put her on the floor... nope, that don't work neither! Now she's everywhere, she's bound and determined to pull up on the rolling chair at the desk. That of course, is just the perfect recipe for falling face first onto a chair leg, busting a lip, nose or other adorable feature and sending her into a crying tizzy that'll surely last for hours. Needless to say, what used to take me 20-30 minutes from sopping wet to walking out the door ended up taking just shy of 2 hours today... joy!
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| What used to be my nice, clean den! :( |
She's also trashing my house (I know Mom, try not to sprain your smile muscles). She's all over the place and seems to have some sort of "don't touch that" radar. I swear I could line up 5 completely new items, none of which she'd ever seen or played with, and if one of them was sure to result in complete dismemberment... she'd bee-line straight for the death toy!
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| Found Mommy's magazine stash! |
The best part of her crawling, besides the obvious amazement of her learning new things and exploring her world, is that the cats HATE it! They had just seemed to figure out this whole baby thing with the stink and the crying and the screaming but now, now she's mobile! Watch out fuzzy tails, Sam's coming for you! They have lost all their safe places cause she finds them, right when they get comfortable and deep in sleep, here she comes! Drooling and giggling, just dying to slobber all over them! They lay there until the very last moment, keeping a close eye on her but not moving, as if they're thinking "Maybe if I don't move or do anything she'll lose interest, get distracted and head in a different direction!" Watching her torment them, after the years of torment I've endured is priceless.
So conclusion: Sam's crawling. It's progress and it's a good thing but my foot is obviously firmly inserted in my mouth as I completely regret saying I couldn't wait for this milestone. She's destroying my house and I know, it'll only get worse!