She somehow gets all around the house without crawling and getting into some tricky spots. The coffee table has become her nemesis.
I watched today from the shower as she scooted her way in between the toilet and the trash can backwards. I'm going to miss the days of watching her sit quietly on the bath mat with her nose pressed up against the glass trying to get to me.
This mobility thing is going to be opening a whole new can of worms in motherhood.