The Five Stages

Denial: Hmmm. That's interesting. Why are you doing that with your leg, Tommy? What good is that? You really shouldn't bend it like that it might get tired or sore. There's really no good reason I can see for you to move your leg in that way, why don't you go ahead and stick it out in front of you again. Anger: Don't reach for that! It's too far! No Tommy. That toy is too far for you! Nooooooo!!!!! Stop that!
Bargaining: If you don't push up on your arms like that Tommy, Mommy will nurse you all night long. No? You're just going to nurse all night long anyway? Yeah, I bet you are. OK. How about I make you some yummy sweet potatoes then, and I promise I won't try to sneak in peas too.Depression: Oh no. This is terrible. What am I going to do?!! How will I be able to keep this kid from choking on Legos, or worse...MARBLES?! He is going to get into everything. I'll really have to start cleaning the floors more regularly and I hate cleaning the floors. This is going to be awful. Life as I know it will cease to exist and I will be trailing a busy, wobbly walker all day long! {groan} Goodbye blogging, goodbye books, goodbye productivity. Quick! Someone tie a brick to that kid's bum!
Acceptance: OK. Crawling is obviously on its way. I don't feel like I'm quite ready for this part, but ready or not! It's coming. And it's good. Babies are supposed to do this around this age. {deep breath} I've been here before...four times. I can do this. I bet there is a way I can hide the Legos, the big boys will help in that, I am sure. And if I sneak a few marbles into the trash can every day maybe they will all be gone by the time he's really on the move. Life is about to get WAY more interesting!