Compliments?

Okay, so we finally decided to tough it out at Lola's, which is supposed to have the best pizza in town. We waited half an hour, and I had my first glass of wine in ages, which I proceeded to spill down the front of my favorite sweater. Crap.

Anyhow, here's what we heard about our girly:

"Oh, she's so lovely! I sell medical equipment to NICUs, so I see a lot of babies, and I know a pretty baby when I see one. That's a pretty baby."

Why, thank you!

"I'm a nanny, and I just wanted to say that you have the most beautiful baby!"

We like to think so!

"Oh! Your baby has the most perfectly shaped head!"

I...wait, what?

Fortunately, all I could think of was "Um, thanks?"

Because I imagine "Yes, my vagina is very spacious" would have been inappropriate.

Who is this guy??

Who is Your Ideal TV Boyfriend?

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I think it's just a ploy to get me to watch the show.

Seven months

Seven month odds and ends:

She's crawling like a demon, pulling up every chance she gets (although, thankfully, she's a whole lot more content to pull up to kneeling than to standing), and saying "Mah," "Gah," "Da," and "Ba." I *think* she's waving, and she blows "kisses," which is actually more of a lip-smacking in response to someone else making a kissy noise, but it's darn cute at any rate. She loves tomato soup and guava, hates any food with a meat in it. One tooth with four more visible below the gums, and no interest in a sippy.

She cracks herself up and is starting to not like strangers. Loves her big brother and is a Mama's girl through and through.

And I like it that way.

She melts my heart more every day.

Happy birthday, my sweet baby girl.

One week

One crawler
One puller-upper
One toofer

One ecstatic-yet-devastated Mama.

Getting the hang of it...

I was cleaning out a desk drawer at work yesterday, looking for a key. I found this:


Note the girl, question mark.

And that's exactly how I felt.

Girl? GIRL? Even though I knew in my heart of hearts that she was as different as she could possibly be from her brother, I don't think I saw that one coming.

What am I going to do with a girl, I thought?

What, indeed.

That was a year ago today. A year ago, I was overwhelmed at the thought of being responsible for turning this girl into a wonderful, lovely young lady.

And we're still a long way from young lady, I realize, but I ask myself now. What was I so worried about?

I have a daughter. And instead of being terrified, I can't wait for the rest of it all. Funny how it all works out.

Oh, and she can totally do this now:

Dear Target...

Why must you now have adorable ladybug bedding? It's so pretty, and red, and everything I wanted...a year ago.

I will always love you, Target, but I am sad to say I'm a little disappointed in you.

Of course, I guess that means I was kind of ahead of the times, so that's cool.

In related news, the woman behind us in line bought the following items:

Tylenol
A book
A Love Songs CD (didn't catch the title)
and
A box of condoms

I'm still trying to figure out how she planned on her Friday night ending...

No more negativity.

I’ve realized lately that the blogosphere is a microcosm of the world. It is filled with people from all walks of life. As a blogger, I am just a drop in the bucket of this diverse community. In reading blogs, I’ve found stories of hope, inspiration, humor, and joy, and I’ve tried to contribute just a little to that.

But as in the world, the blogosphere is also contaminated with negativity. Blogging as a medium allows one to say things that she might not otherwise say to someone’s face. Unkind words, veiled and not-so-veiled references, and hateful remarks are all too common in this world. I myself may have contributed to this negativity, either through this blog, or in real life.

Anne Frank once wrote, “How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” It is with that thought that I’ve decided to join the Kind Blog movement.

Henceforth, this blogger:
1. Will not knowingly write or publish hurtful remarks toward another person.
2. Will not accept hateful comments from readers.
3. Will not acknowledge or participate in written attacks on other people or groups.

I believe that one person CAN make a difference toward making the world a more positive place. The negativity will stop here, with me.

I'm not so good at this...

I may not be the world's worst blogger, but I'm sure I'm pretty highly ranked on the "lame" list.

Work has been kicking my butt. Poor sweet girl got the creepy crud last week, that dreaded bronchiolitis. Coupled with an ear infection, poor girl. She's such a champ, though. Until her nose would get all gunked up, she has been as happy as a clam. Love her sweet little heart. She's all better now. I ended up with some kind of respiratory thing myself, and between that mess and work and kids and life, I am wiped. If it weren't for said work, kids, and life, I imagine the decade-younger version of myself might consider a nice little bender this weekend. Instead, Mama will settle for a cup of cocoa and pay-per-view.

Oh, and we're officially crawling. Two arms, two legs, and we're off. I'll post some video when she decides to stop being such a coy little bugga.