Karis is officially crawling now. At six months, this is earlier than either of her siblings learned to crawl. To be honest, I'm not that thrilled about the early milestone. I've always loved the stage when babies are old enough to be really playful, and yet young enough to sit where you plant them. She seems to have skipped that phase altogether. Every time I turn around, she is booking it across the room, with her eyeball on some small speck of something that she wants to put in her mouth. And judging from the still-intact Spiderman sticker I discovered in her dirty diaper today, I'm guessing she's succeeding more often than I realize. I've made a note to myself that I need to be more careful, and make sure that I am constantly sweeping the floors to rid them of anything she could eat.
Also seemingly overnight, she learned to feed herself finger foods. She is crazy for the brown rice, and also a fan of the Cheerios. This is yet another stage I don't particularly enjoy - the constant sweeping of the floor to clean up the 75% of the food that didn't make it into her mouth. If I am barefoot (and I am ALWAYS barefoot), I usually have the pleasure of a parasitic cheerio on the bottom of my foot for half the day. Again, making a mental note that I need to sweep more.
Then I started thinking . . .
I mean, Karis spends all day scouring the floor looking for something to put in her mouth.
I spend all day cleaning up the stuff that doesn't make it into her mouth.
Why don't we just cut out the middle man, and let her eat the cheerios straight off the floor? That's an acceptable practice . . . right?