Liljana is getting more active. I marvel at her ability to be placed in the crib one way, then I wake up the next morning and see her flipped 90 degrees - by merely kicking her feet in circles and landing in a new position. I keep an extra eye on her while I make dinner and even when I race to the bathroom to wet a towel. Then I think about the story my mom always tells me...

When I was a baby, mom was home alone with me.  She was taking care of household chores and had to do the laundry - which was in the basement of our old house in Warren.  Without a flinch, my mom simply gave me one of my toys, loosely tied my ankle to the table leg, ran downstairs to change out the laundry, then came back upstairs to see me in the same position with the toy.

I'm not suggesting that we mothers tie our children to table legs, but I do think there is something to be said for old fashioned Mama Sense. My mom did what she had to do and did it with extra care, but she didn't have Protective Services knocking down her door because she took care of the laundry while I played with a doll.