It's official

It's official. Life as I know it is over. You think I'm being dramatic? Read for yourself the conversation I had with Michael via instant message no more than an hour ago:

Michael: Silas can get out of his walker by himself

Me: WTF?! How?

Michael: Pulls himself up and out

Me: Well, that scares the sh** out of me

Michael: I went to go get a bottle. When I came back, he was standing in the seat.

Me: Did you tell him he was in big trouble?

Michael: I did. He just looked at me and said, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He was very rude about it.

Me: Sounds just about exactly like him.

See? You thought I was being silly, but it really is that serious. I was not prepared for this. I assumed I still had at least a month before he could walk, and that made me feel like I had a few months until he could start climbing out of containment devices. But now he's gone and conquered the walker. Next will be the crib and then the playpen, and then I'm screwed. At that point, I'm not sure how I will ever shower again without another adult in the house.

At least you know you can look forward to the entertainment value of my ever-increasing neurosis.