Now where did those pesky outlet covers go?

I feel like there has been a rainy, gray cloud sitting over my head for the past few months (and I don't mean literally).  But today it lifted.  You know why?  Because Noah crawled for the first time.  Not creeped on his belly, not got up on his knees only to plop to the ground, but actually crawled forward, his arms and legs in perfect unison.  And I was there to witness it.  

I've been so worried about him lately to the point that I actually thought he might never crawl.  And of course I have been hearing many stories of babies who never crawled and turned out just fine.  It was just that little nagging voice in the back of my head that was saying "he broke his leg and that was your fault and now he may not crawl and is it because of the broken leg?  IS IT?" I don't think that anymore.  I now think that this little guy is on his own schedule and doing what he wants when he wants to do it.  But damn if I'm not pleased to pieces that he's finally crawling.  There may have been tears from both Tim and I when he did it...but I won't confirm that.

I hope to get it on video tomorrow.  I'll be the voice cheering him on:  Go, baby, go!  Remind me how much I wanted this in a month when I am complaining about how he's into everything and the word "no!" is super hilarious to him.