REM

Clare has mastered yet another skill that which is adding nails to my coffin. She can scoot backwards, really far now. She can rock on her hands and knees. That looked scary enough. She could scoot a little ways backwards. Now, she can get across the room in under 30 seconds. She mostly tries it when I leave the room. I think it's her way of getting back at me for feeding her avocados with every meal. I view her being mobile as the "End". As in, I'm screwed. Although, when I tell this story, every time, the song "It's The End Of The World As We Know It (and I feel fine)" by REM comes to mind. Super annoying song and I only know that verse. It's then usually followed by "We Didn't Start The Fire" for no apparent reason. That one involves a very fancy dance that is very similar to the dancing baby on Ally McBeal. Our house is entertaining.
So, Clare is on her way to being mobile. Friends have all warned we should start baby proofing now, which makes complete sense. However, we are procrastinators with a capital P, so I'm sure we'll wait. I have also started pricing out baby jail. I'm sure there is a nicer name, but be honest, it's really just a baby jail. So, this will become the focal point of our living room in the near future.
There are so many more things to worry about now that she is so active:
1. Dropping the crib so that I will need to drop her the last 12 inches when I put her down for nap, which should serve as an effective way to wake her up.
2. Tether the tv to the wall, so she can't crush herself with the huge plasma in the living room.
3. I can no longer leave her on her changing table and walk away, so that I can make myself a cup of "Morning Mommy Happy Juice" which is different than "Evening Mommy Happy Juice".
4. She has started just directly feeding Abby. She takes a puff and holds it over the tray until Abby licks it off. It's gross on so many levels.
This list is really endless......