It’s funny that no matter how many kids you have or how close together they are, you forget certain things about certain ages. When I was a new mom with my first punkinangel, I was constantly asking my mom when babies were supposed to do things. Crawl, talk, eat with a spoon, walk, etc. Her answer was nearly always the same: “I don’t remember.” “What do you mean you don’t remember?!” I’d think, as I carefully glued the 524th identical picture of my firstborn taking a bath into his overflowing baby book. “I’ll always remember.” Spoiler: I already don’t. I didn’t have to wait long for that inflated confidence to be laughable.