Baby has a new skill. I think developmental experts are calling it “creeping,” although I’m not sure. Creeping, crawling, scooting, I don’t know what the proper term is, but all I know is that Baby Champuru is much more mobile now and requires constant supervision.  She is able to get from one end of the bed to the other rather quickly, especially if there’s something she wants at the other end.  Like my MacBook.  Or my video camera.  The girl is nothing if not determined.

Speaking of determined, diaper changes have become quite a challenge lately.  Now that she’s acquired this newfound mobility, she isn’t satisfied to remain on her back for any length of time — that is, unless she is sleeping.  So, as I’m trying to change her diaper (and tend to her diaper rash!), she is trying to flip over the entire time.  Even worse is when I’m trying to give her bum some air time to help with the diaper rash.  By the time I get her diaper on, I’m sweating and frazzled.  At the peak of her diaper rash trials, changing her diaper was a two-person job.  It lends a whole new meaning to the phrase “kicking and screaming.”

But, I digress. The topic of this entry is her mobility.  She has attempted and come very close to climbing out of her co-sleeper onto our bed.  This frightens me because that means only one thing: we need to start thinking about moving her into the crib in the nursery.  I will miss waking up to her smiling face next to me every morning.  (If I suggest moving the crib into our bedroom, someone please punch me in the face.)