Panic Mode (Scroll down for Thursday Thirteen)

As I sit here watching Poops rolling around on the floor, squealing and chirping and picking up my hair (I know, gross! I don't know why it happens but my hair gets everywhere! Even with my new Dirt Devil Broom Vac on the job!) I am in a complete and utter panic. Poops is literally going to crawl any minute. Any second, really! And I'm going out of town tomorrow! Noooo! He gets the legs under him, scoots just a little, butt up in the air, then falls flat and flaps his arms like he's swimming. I am excited about the near crawling, but he's so close I am afraid I am going to miss it! I am going out of town tomorrow and I just know I am going to miss this huge monumental feat! I am crying inside! I am going to DC to hang out with my sister and I've been looking forward to this trip for a while. Her husband's deployment has just been extended so my trip is timing out well. My mom is already up there and it will be just us girls, and it will be a blast filled with manicures, pedicures, delectible meals and hopefully dancing. But please, Aidan, for the love of everything, please wait for mommy to get back before you crawl! I have left my job to teach you and take care of you and play with you and to make sure I don't miss your milestones! Please wait for me! Or if you must crawl, do it today! Do it right now! I am begging!