Crawling, crawling everywhere

Meg is crawling...everywhere. It's hard to walk in the room she's in because she's all over the place, finding some small leaf or pebble to lick and put into her mouth. It's very cool to see her and hear the little thuds of her hands when she makes her way through a room. It is, however, a lot more work making sure she's not into something she really shouldn't be into or sticking something else into her mouth that is bad.

Andy loves to be her little protector. Except when she's trying to eat his puzzle pieces or take a toy away that he was touching. I imagine I am in for 20 years of "she's touching me." What's terrible is I can't wait. I know, I'll change my mind shortly, but for today it's pretty awesome.