Going mobile...and other bits of randomness

Journey is crawling! Yikes. I was hoping she would put it off for as long as possible...but it looks like we are venturing into a new stage in our lives. I say "lives" because not only is it an AMAZING new thing for her...but it also changes things for me...and Asher. She can now easily gravitate toward the toys that he just moved out of her reach, and this my friends, is incredibly disturbing for him. My life is changed forever as well. Because she is now able to move to anything she wants to...and what does she want, you ask?? Well, it seems that every small piece of "something" that is lying on the ground is a treasure that pulls her in and causes her to place in her mouth where she then, more likely than not, chokes on it. A splintered piece of wood...in the mouth. An old band aid...in the mouth (I'm not joking). A handful of faux horse tail...in the mouth. Any piece of leftover granola or crumb of anything really that has made it's way to the floor...why yes, in the mouth. You can see the problem here. The poor little one has no idea how to swallow these things when she tries and we end up in a situation that is really quite stressful for me and I am sure less than ideal for her as well. This has whipped me into mama bear mode and my life hasn't been the same. No really...I am happy for her. And this gives me one more reason to kick myself in the pants and vacuum the floor more often than usual (as if there really needed to be ONE more reason). And although I am extremely confident in the fact that she knows HOW to crawl to wherever she would like to go...no matter how shaky or stumbly she may be...she still mostly prefers to sit and pivot and stare at her hand in wonder while she twists her wrist in the air (it really is amazing if you think about it). She also knows that it is more efficient to sit in place and yell for someone to come get her rather than crawling over to them. But...don't let her fool you...she is crawling...I am protecting and Asher is desperately trying to "teach" her what is ok to play with and what is not. Oh my. She's gone mobile. And I have...done the opposite, actually. Somehow I managed to toss my cell phone into my cup of iced tea on fourth of July while I was driving. The kicker is that I didn't just toss it in and then pull it out after noticing. I tossed it in...let it marinate in there because of the LACK of noticing and then pulled it out in horror after, oh, I'd say a good thirty minutes or so. So if you were thinking of trying me on my cell phone...don't bother. I don't think I was meant to have a cell phone. I am really no good at them anyway. Either that, or I need to stop drinking iced tea...which in 115 degree weather...is not going to be happening anytime soon. Which brings me to my next bit of randomness. I think I drink way too much iced tea. Southern sweet iced tea to be exact. I can't get enough of this goodness. But I am afraid that it has not only been the reason for my life with a cell phone to be cut much too short ( I just got that cell phone for my birthday...with a LOCAL number, nonetheless!)...but I am quietly contemplating if it might also be the reason Journey is just saying NO...to sleep. I will remind you...I am quietly contemplating this...as in I am not saying anything out loud...because I don't think I would be ready to admit this and give up my sweet iced tea. Does anyone know how much caffeine is in this stuff? I guess I could do a trial and error. You know, give up the tea and see if she sleeps better? Oh...that sounds so painful. But it might give her (and me) a few more hours of shut eye...and THAT right there....that just might be worth it...maybe.