time flies

This is how it happens. You decide that it's the right time to have a baby. You get pregnant. You are elated, miserable, joyous, hungry, not hungry, bloated, emotional, crazy, so so so happy. You are handed a beautiful baby girl. She is wonderous. She makes you crazy. Every little part of you hurts. You never knew life could be so full. You feel like you are split into tiny pieces. You are sleep deprived, an emotional wreck. You are a new parent. You feel like you'll never get it all down. It will always take you two hours to get ready to head out the door. Life stops. The baby smiles. She spits up. She knows your face. Your heart expands so much it is stretching the limits of your ribcage. You settle in. You sleep six hours - IN A ROW. You rush to the baby's side to see if she's still breathing. You learn the new normal. You begin to venture out without a battle plan. You feel good. Naps seem to be normalizing. You are normalizing. Life is normalizing.

And before you know it, it's been eight months.

She is beautiful.
She is crazy, very much like her parents (AND GRANDPARENTS).
She is sweet.
She likes to eat: potatoes, yams, applesauce, apricots, peaches, bananas, peas, green beans, cereal, mango, raspberries, blueberries, carrots.
She loves to feed herself rice crackers and very very very soft bits of potato.
She still has terrible nap habits (30-minute nap, anyone?).
She is smart.
She continues to do the army belly crawl.
She loves to play with her toys (Monty the Bear, Lulu the Monster, her phone, her keys, her chewy dragonfly, and her foam blocks are the current favorites).
She can usually be found either in momma's arms, daddy's lap, in her speedracer (walker to the rest of the world), or on the floor - attempting to reach those wily cats.
Though there have been several distinct signs, teeth still remain illusive.
She is a delight.

Here's to the next eight months.