I lied to you.
About a week ago I excitedly told you about the fact Meg is crawling, and bemoaned the fact that soon she will be pulling down bookcases, and throwing all night ragers while Ryan and I try to get our beauty sleep. I said the crawling was precipitated by her desire for teething beads. Sweet, innocent, child appropriate teething beads. And that, my sweetest Internet is where I lied. It was not, in fact, teething beads that got Meg moving -- it was something a little more adult.
That's right, she wanted the remote control. She still wants it today. We can wave any number of toys at her, or offer her treats, or hold out our arms, but the one thing that will always put her in motion is the remote. A close second is my Blackberry. Now, I know what you are all saying "babies love buttons." No, it isn't the buttons. She has a number of toys with buttons. Really nice buttons. Buttons that don't turn the volume up to ear shaking levels, or accidentally place calls to Europe. It is only the items that do do those things that hold her interest.
I am so ashamed. I keep picturing her future in television news, and weeping just a little.
I guess it could be worse, though. She could be using the remote to turn to FOX news. Then we would really have problems.