I cannot believe that I have been a mom for eight months.
Meaning, this monster is EIGHT MONTHS OLD.
She currently enjoys putting things in her mouth, crawling (WHAT) around the house looking for more things to put in her mouth, pulling up to a stand ( DOUBLE WHAT), and cruising around looking for tasty furniture to put in her mouth (OMFG WHAAAAAAT).
She has two teeth, in case you couldn't tell. TWO. TEETH. In her actual mouth. WHAT?
We had the most lovely Mother's Day, which included Joel surprising me with a 50mm/1.4 camera lens that I've been lusting after for three years (proving it pays to leave things in your Amazon Wishlist forever and ever) (also doesn't hurt to marry a pretty fantastic guy).
I also got to sleep in until 9am and awoke to the dulcet tones of ABSOLUTE SILENCE, as my baby was already taking her first nap of the day. Meaning I got to eat breakfast -- which Joel made for me -- in peace without trying to catch a tottering godzilla baby before she whacks her head on the TV stand. Again.
Later we had a picnic in the park, complete with the picnic basket we used at our wedding nearly three years (TRIPLE WHAT) ago. I gave Hannah a strawberry to try, sure it would be too tart for her highness's liking. I ended up filling her little mesh feeder thing three times and I am pretty sure that bib is never going to recover from the carnage. Babies, man. After eight months, all I know for sure is that I know nothing.