diapers and skinny jeans

Sofia, Just five days ago was April 1st, your 10th month birthday.  April Fools!  No, really.  It was.  You can stand!  You can grab!  You can pull everything out of every cupboard and bookshelf that we own!  You can tear off pieces of your Dad's loofa for a quick snack! (If I were you I wouldn't be eating that thing, though.)  You're smart.  You're really smart.  You can follow simple commands and play along with a wide variety of sing-song games.  Every day it seems like you understand the world around you a little bit more.  To be honest, there are a few things that you confuse me with, though -- for example, today, I was sitting on the couch and you grabbed my knee and started lapping my skin up like a dog.  I definitely have no idea what that means.  But rest assured, Sofia, I've already planned to save this said knee-licking story for a more appropriate time.  A time when you're much ...

Can you believe that it's already been a half year? Cue the tears. It honestly seems like yesterday that I was waddling around, still preggo with my little whale. I was looking at pictures of her in the hospital the other day and I about lost it. She was so tiny!  She's getting so big, now!  I just have to face the facts: My little girl is growing up. She makes my heart sing. Things that I've been doing at six months: ☛  Rolling over from my belly to my back.  (Almost nailed the reverse-roll, too!) ☛  Learning to eat new foods.  Bananas and peas = YUM!  Baked apples = Eh, I guess I'll eat this. ☛  Playtime (my favorite activities include cuddling my blankie or talking to Grandma DLR's plants) ☛  Gnawing on anything I can get my hands on. ☛  Creating some of the weirdest smelling poops to date. ☛  Still enjoying Beirut. ☛  ..... and my favorite?  Blowing bubbles.  See example below: ...