Mrs. Dykowski... preps for a crawler

It’s coming and there’s no stopping it.

I know I should embrace it and be glad. 

Most of me is excited. 

But some of me is very, very nervous. 

Audrey is learning to crawl. 

She’s not actually crawling yet, but the day is not far away. Every time I set her down she gets more confident about raising up on her arms. She digs her tiny toes into the carpet and pushes with all her might. She’s scooted about six inches recently, so I know it’s only a few weeks until she’s fully mobile. 

Gone is the squishy newborn of spring. 

A playful, rambunctious infant has replaced her. 

She’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys, and I couldn’t be more grateful for her healthy, normal development. 

But, at the same time, I’m not ready to become the tiny toy police just yet. 

Darci’s Barbies will be barefoot for the next year at least and several other small items will mysteriously vanish each night while they’re asleep until I can trust Audrey not to swallow them. 

I can’t do away with Darci’s hair bands and clips, though. Nor the small pieces of this and that that seem to grow of their own accord out of our carpet throughout each day. 

I’ve harvested a healthy crop of tiny Disney-Princess-sticker shreds over the past 6 months. 

If you’re interested, let me know, maybe I’ll start a booth at the Farmer’s Market. 

I’m afraid I’m going to temporarily have to become a better housekeeper. That or ban, well, everything that has small parts or could be torn or broken into small parts so — everything. 

If a Shop-Vac and a Roomba had a child that could be trained to follow Darci around, I would definitely be interested in adopting it. 

Would one of you reading this invent that and make it cost like $20 or less, please?

Get ready, Dublin, Audrey is very slowly coming.

Sarah Dykowski is the wife of Publisher Scott Dykowski. She can be reached at composing@dublincitizen.com

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