That is one of the many differences between baby number 1 and baby number 3. If I could go back to the old days of Lilly sitting happily in one place, pleased as punch that she can sit, SIT!, and just observing the world around her, I'd be there in a heartbeat. But you can't stop progress. Instead, I have a little girl crawling under my feet, eating up crumbs under the table like a dog, and pulling bowls from the cupboards while I try to cook dinner. I so quickly forget how much trouble a little crawler can be.