Samantha has taken to crawling everywhere now with a confidence and eagerness that thrills me with pride at the same time I am wincing. Why wincing, you ask? Because with that new ability to explore comes a certain amount of bumps and she yells pretty loudly. I run over and smooch her and everything is fine. I want her to explore, but I don't want her to get hurt. Makes me think of a conversation I had with my sister about her 14 year old. I think this is a dichotomy that will last me the rest of my life. For example, I want her to see the world, but I don't want her to dance in a nightclub in Bali.