When Miriam was born I couldn’t wait for her to get to the next milestone. Boy, was I in a rush. By the time she was crawling I realized “Hey, what was I in such a hurry for again?” Being mobile means being headed for trouble– which means more supervision time from me! (No, I’m not one of those moms who won’t take a shower when the baby is sleeping in their crib “just in case.”) It means training has to start; “don’t touch” and “no” start making their appearances. Limits are set. And violated. And re-set. And so on.
So now instead of seeing “the next thing” as a purely joyous moment of motherly pride, I tend also to think of them as warning signs.
Soren has started getting up on all fours and rocking.