Ladies and Gentlemen, Maggie is on the move. She is now using her vast and terrifying strength to compensate for her not-quite-five-month-old coordination, and the result is an inchworm-style, mostly backwards crawl. Today I set her down to play on her blanket, talked to Ian and Max for five minutes or so, and looked back to find Maggie halfway across the room. She saw me watching her, reared up on her elbows, heaved her belly up, and scooched back another couple of inches. Then she laughed. God help us.