I've seen a lot of things, man.

The 80's original Nightmare on Elm Street's;

Three out of four Paranormal Activity's left me with such a bad case of heebie jeebies that I freak the hell out if anyone stares at me for too long (ok, that might be social anxiety at play, but creepy movies are creepy);

I've also survived a few real life holy shit moments, standard crap really - big wildlife close calls, near car accidents, venomous insects, even a sketchy gun situation.

But nothing, NOTHING has had me more on edge than watching my baby attempt to go from a seated position to her belly on her own near hard objects.

I am psychologically unprepared for a mover.  It's coming.  She is diving from seat to belly now and pushing herself backwards, and gets pretty far that way too.  I know I should celebrate this milestone, but, really all I can think is floors, walls, toys...

BUBBLEWRAP ALL THE THINGS!!!!

Meanwhile, I'm off to Costco to buy antacid and whiskey by the crate.