My sweet, very VERY energetic little
monster baby girl is 10 months old and walking.
Yes, walking. At 10 months. Not just taking steps here and there, or cruising along furniture. She’s been doing that since right before she turned 8 months.
She is full-on W-A-L-K-I-N-G.
Most babies start becoming bipedal-ly mobile around 12-13 months of age. Just like her months-too-early tooth eruption (her molars just broke through, BTW), she’s determined to
drive me crazy prove her capabilities and intelligence.
It’s recently occurred to me, as my child becomes less dependent on the boob for nourishment…
…Has she ever wondered where MY nourishing boob is?
When an exceptionally dry winter leaves the insides of your nostrils scabby and raw, Lanolin suddenly takes on a new use.
When you clean your baby’s bellybutton… Then smell its contents.
I’ve discovered a startling trend to my blog posts: Complete astonishment at how quickly time passes.
Somehow, a whole month has gone by since my last post. Babies, man. Just…Babies.
Of course, this translates into my life in that I constantly feel like time is passing and I’m not taking full advantage of it – and I mean that in every way possible.
That’s how long it takes to sit down and write an actual for-realsies post.
Because, like my sweet, sleeping daughter (above), I’m too tired to give a good goddamn. #imwithher?
I’ve only done this mom thing for a hair over a month, but I already have a sneaking suspicion that I can’t be the only one who sometimes opts for less-than-Pinterest mom behavior when no one is looking. Hence the premise for this new confessional series.
Here’s the first:
Just picked Alana’s first legit booger…
…didn’t have a tissue handy. Fed booger to dog.