Margaret is no longer content with mere crawling, and is convinced that walking is the new crawling. She appears to have skipped the section of our baby book that says that the brain is not developed enough at nine months for walking. Not a day passes without a few new bumps as some support shifts unexpectedly.

Margaret is also an avid climber these days. No obstacle is too great in her quest to climb onto the end table and grab forbidden objects, especially if the obstacle is a parent sitting next to the end table. Alas, she seems to have inherited my near-complete indifference to heights.