Stopped breast feeding….kinda sad…but I guess now I have to go work out and lose some weight.
Baby is taking her first few steps still trying to get the hang of it. She’s babbling more and figuring things out when I hide things under a pillow she knows it’s under there. She’s growing so fast. I can’t believe she’s almost 1.
She passed it with flying colors!
She’s supposed to grab things with her fingers.
Climbing couches, tables, and chairs.
Won’t sit still.
Still planning babies birthday party.
Working on decorations, sewing and stuffing horses heads. Buying paper. Need to edit images and get them printed.
Work on Dohl Towers. Work on finalizing guest list.
Too many things to do so little time since I’m so busy chasing after her.
She took her first steps past couple of days ago and now she’s also climbing the couch. Too bad our couch is so short …we wanted a “modern” looking one now we’re paying for it….and the gates aren’t holding her in anymore we need to think of something different I have no idea what but yeah….
Been busy planning and working on crafts/decor for her birthday party. I know it’s a few months away but I have so much to do …I didn’t want to bother anyone with it so…let’s see hopefully I can finish it all in time. Also trying to work on a few side projects but we’ll see…
Can you believe it? It’s been 8 months. Time flies. I feel like I’m a broken record but I really do believe time flies so fast. She’s growing so much. Slowly eating more solids now. Eating cauliflower, cheese, yogurt, cottage cheese, and salmon. She loves salmon doesn’t really like chicken it’s too dry.
She is almost standing now by herself. She is still cruising.
She has 2 top teeth and 2 bottom teeth and now 1 more top and bottom are growing.
She’s growing too fast…and enjoying food too much.
She’s teething and having her first real poops.
Doctor says I have to starve her because I’m giving her too much solids…and she needs more breastmilk. Poor kid.
She’s trying to do too many things. She did stairs the other day and sat in a high chair at the restaurant.
I kinda don’t want her to be so independent of me but I know it’s going to happen sooner or later.
I’m trying to work hard to provide for her but it’s so hard when I’m trying to take care of her too.
Both parents working from home makes things a bit hard.
I need to write things down faster or else I’ll forget them.
I need to write my goals down before I don’t see them.
Baby knows how to play hide and seek.
Baby loves crawling after the dogs and terrorizing them.
Sheesh, I love her.
She’s transferring food from hand to hand well. She’s picking things up a bit better. I tried to cut things up small so she can eat it but it’s hard for her to grab it…so there’s some give and take of how much and how little…she’s currently eating string cheese, avocados, green beans, mac and cheese, puffs, gold fishes and oranges.
She’s standing well…moving from couch to couch. She can sit down after standing up. She falls here and there. Her first tooth came in. She’s bored of all her toys. She loves looking at herself in the mirror. She loves watching tv. She loves things that she can’t get..wires and all.
She hasn’t changed much in a month the most is she knows there’s “eating” time….before she had no clue what food was. She loves bread. She tried spaghetti, chicken, pork, and fish. She loves sleeping with a mouse and monkey.
It’s weird how when they start eating more my body just knows….and I get my period. So strange.
That day when you don’t want to play with me anymore because mommy is not cool.
That day when I have to be more of a mom than your best friend.
I’m dreading the days when you look at me and tell me “how would you know…you don’t understand me and what I’m going through….” because honey I sure do know what you’re going through. I’ve lived it and more.
I’m dreading that day when you tell me you don’t need me anymore.
Let’s play a little more.
Let’s laugh a little longer.
Mommy can play with your little people and your finger puppets for as long as you want.
I don’t know why mommy is so scared.
Maybe because I don’t want to grow older.
Maybe because I don’t want to fail you as a mom.
All these things in life that could steer you from me.
I pray that God will always have you close to me.
I pray that God will turn you into a loving woman.
I pray that you will not be like me.
I love seeing you grow.
I love seeing you pass things from hand to hand and discovering your tiny toes.
That smile on your face when mommy makes you smile regardless of how goofy mommy looks.