Darn it.

Last night, after a long series of unfortunate face plants Elsie started crawling.  My heart leaped and then immediately sank very low.  How exciting my baby can crawl!  How much harder did my life just get?  In a state of complex emotions I clapped and cheered her on, while simultaneously figuring out a way to stop her.   A non-mobile baby is an easy baby.  I want an easy baby.