When I posted this video on my blog and facebook back when Vivien was 7 months old, I got tons of congratulatory comments. However, they all had one thing in common: sarcasm.
“Yay Vivien! Let the fun begin now, Megan!”
“Watch out, Mommy!”
ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA (Yup, I spelled the entire word out, because I got a ton of comments, all with the underlying sarcastic tone.)
And now? I just found myself commenting on someone else’s post, something along the lines of: “Tie her feet to the chair so she won’t crawl, ever. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
All day long, I am chasing around crawling things. The two dogs, and now my equally fast and mischievous daughter. I am convinced she will never walk, because she can crawl as fast as a normal human adult can walk. Plus, learning how to walk is slow, and she falls. Crawling is safe, and she can get from the couch to the dog water bowl in 2.5 seconds flat.
All day long, I am chasing her around. I love her squeal of delight as she finds something that I will more than likely take away from her once I find out she has it. And as I finally sit down at the end of the night (and I mean legit sit down, not perched on the edge of the couch ready to spring into action when she takes off towards the stairs) I will remember those days where she used to just hang out with me. Sitting. Chillin’.
I may, or may not, have mixed feelings about this next development, considering how fast she is on all 4′s.
Snarky sarcastic comments about babies beginning to crawl? I went there. All I need to do is find the next pregnant lady and say something along the lines of, “You look tired…YOU JUST WAIT!” and I will have accomplished veteran Mommy status.
Ah well, there’s always tomorrow to accomplish these small dreams and goals.