As Of Late

My daughter is crawling as fast as she can-usually toward something she shouldn't have. She eats everything you put in front of her (including peas! That's my girl!) and she blabbers on and on with such a high-pitch
ed noise that it causes people outside the window to wince.

Some days she takes two naps. Some days she takes three, and one rare occasion she'll only take one. Those are the days that I count off the seconds until Matthew comes home, so I can hand off the fussy child and run the other direction.

She pulls herself up on everything (including her highchair, which has fallen over on her a few times now) and walks around while holding on (or at least touching). She bangs on every door (or piece of wood, or any hard surface really) and yells. She throws her food on the floor all the time, and I've even seen her throw a fit! I mean throwing herself to the ground, kicking her legs and hitting her head on the floor. Its pretty epic. Usually I laugh. Sometimes I scold. Most the time I pick her up and put her in her crib for some quiet time.

She's a handful. And hilarious, and its a joy to wake up to her calling "mama" every morning. Even when I don't sleep well, and I have a headache and the coffee pot won't work right. I love my little girl-who is growing up so fast that I can't keep up. I love her.