I am Screwed

So, having a six month old is pretty easy, right? You can lay them down and go to the bathroom, or take a shower, or eat and be assured that they will pretty much be in the same spot where you left them. While I didn't write stuff down in the 3 "Record Your Baby's First Year" books we got for Baby Girl, I am pretty sure that's how things went down. Baby Girl was no trouble at all.






Right. A week ago, Peaches started pushing herself up and bringing her knees under her and making very tentative crawling motions. I wasn't too concerned, I mean, she won't even sit up yet and she doesn't have any teeth, so I figured it was a fluke. Then a couple of days ago, she started doing this half-crawl/half roll maneuver that they teach in the military so that she could get things she shouldn't (Baby Girl's toys). This morning at playgroup she crawled from one end of the living room to the other. In front of witnesses. It is now all very real. Shit.

This leaves me with no choice. If she feels she is old enough to suck on her toes and crawl around like a maniac at 6 months, then it is time for her to earn her keep. She will now be wearing pants with Swiffer wipe clothes attached to them with velcro. She can start keeping the floors clean. If it was good enough for her sister, it is good enough for her. Damn.