The state of our little family, in the style of Time Magazine’s Milestones section. Just because.

Freaked Out: Us, about putting Pooky in day care when May goes back to work. We’ve visited one place so far and are discouraged. It seemed dirty, disorganized, and, with a dog running around freely, a little bit dangerous. Plus, we got the feeling that when no one else was around Pooky would be strapped into a chair in front of the big TV and ignored. Not good. Don’t know what we’re going to do.

Lazy: Pooky, at 10 months of age. She knows how to crawl, but if something’s more than a few feet away she refuses to crawl for it. I suppose she figures that if she needs something enough, we’ll bring it to her. Or she’ll scream and yell until she gets what she wants. Either way.

Growing: The hair on the back of Pooky’s head. She’s always had a lot of hair, but it’s longer on top and quite short on the sides. To me it looks quite fashionable, especially with the natural highlights that look like they were done in a salon.

Still not here: Pooky’s teeth. Every time she gets cranky for an extended period of time, we think her teeth are finally coming in. But no. My mom would say she’s dentally retarded, like my sister and I were.