Yes, we once again find ourselves in the world of waking up at 3:00 am to find the baby in the bed next to us finding the baby giggling while practicing his newly-acquired crawling skills all over us. Or the world of poop smeared all over the carpet while Max tries to escape the diaper changes. The world of reminding the older girls 200 times a day that Polly Pocket shoes, pennies, and stinky dirty flip-flops do not belong on the floor because they will go right into the crawling baby's mouth. And the world of being just a little melancholy because my tiny little six pound baby boy is now a twenty-pound crawling little man.
(Oh and you have to pardon the messy floor in the background. Once your baby starts crawling, you know that your floor will never again remain picked up. Or at least that's what I tell myself as an excuse!)