I was absent-mindedly dressing Rachel this morning on the changing table. (She tends to like sitting up when I pull shirts and dresses on and off her body instead of being forced to lie down). While I was trying to wriggle her out of her sleepsuit, she somehow managed to reach over to the Vaseline container, uncap it and stick her hand in the goop before I realized what she was doing.
A friend of mine made me laugh this weekend when she said that she and her husband are retroactively baby-proofing their house. That is, when their 9-month-old son starts rapidly crawling toward an unsecured object, they say, "get it out of his way"! then swoop it up. I sense that time for us isn't far off.
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