Movin' Movin' Movin'

I think one of the saddest things about traveling for Rich is that each week when he comes home, Declan is different. It's amazing how subtle a change can be like Declan accomplishing something new on his high chair toy or starting to watch as I eat. They can also be big ones, and that's where I really feel for Rich. This week, for instance, Declan magically became 100 times more mobile. I put him on the floor in his play gym and the next thing I knew he was all the way across the room.

He's also started bouncing back and forth while on all fours. Rich calls it "humping" and really, that's what it looks like, but, correct me if I'm wrong, it just seems wrong to describe my baby as humping. I'm already dreading the teen years, especially if he looks as much like his dad as I think he will. Besides, I've already decided that he's saving himself for Vivienne Marcheline.

So crawling is coming soon and I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand I'm happy because Declan will have achieved something new and will be able to have more control over his environment. On the other, I've got these horrible spiral stairs that give me nightmares. And he partially trapped himself under the cedar chest yesterday. I'm sure that won't be the last time he wriggles into a sketchy spot.