It's official: I've got a crawler!

Right on her nine-month birthday, Evie finally took off after months of trying to go places, scooting herself backward instead, and then squawking in frustration.

This is a good thing for the most part. It lessens the squawks of frustration. In fact, she usually crawls around with a giant smile on her face, as if she's saying, "Just look what I can do."

On the down side, she's pretty darn good at finding exactly what she's not supposed to. My days are now peppered with cries of, "Mom! Evie's got a book with paper pages!" or "Mom! Evie's chewing on the lamp cord!"


This means I have to increase the level of vigilance that's necessary on my part. She was good at finding random things to put into her mouth before; now, even if there are no small objects within her reach, she can crawl off in search of small objects to find and attempt to ingest. Not to mention electronic components she can find and destroy. Look at this picture here. She's totally going for the remote, and she's totally smug about it.



Babies on a path of destruction...does it get any better than that?