Jane keeps us on our toes (read: she's exhausting). When given the chance, she speed-crawls to the open bathroom door, the boys' room (where the most interesting, tiny things are), or the stairs. What gives her stealth away is her gleeful squeal revealing her unwavering belief that THIS TIME she is going to get there (there being in the toilet, to Henry's stash of stuff, or to the top of the stairs) without anyone noticing. And when she hears us coming, she giggles more and picks up the pace, like we're not going to catch her. She has a lot of confidence, that Jane. But we're still faster, for now.