I have a new full time job: it’s called Stop The Baby From Choking On Things. At least three times a day, I’ve got my fingers stuffed in her mouth, sweeping something out of there – from dust bunnies under the couch (who knew those things could choke a baby? Only those of us that don’t vacuum under our couches nearly enough apparently), bits of yarn under beds to crumbs from messy eaters (not naming any names… *cough*Joe*cough*), I have decided to set up the play pen. I never used a playpen for my other two but I know when I’m beat.
It’s my only hope for some peace of mind at this point.
She is on the move constantly. She’s pulling up on the furniture, obsessed with the bathtub and determined to avoid sleeping through the night. She worships her brother and sister, requires my constant presence to maintain her sweet and joyful nature and has sprouted four little toothies. Out of 131 pictures that I took in a 10 minute period, only three or four had her actually in focus or looking at the camera.
If babies were all like this one, I’d probably have a dozen. She is so sweet and fun. Even when it’s tiring, I don’t really mind now. I know that it goes too too fast.
She pokes that little tongue out, saucy girl, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest at the wonder of her.
|I mean, honestly. EYELASHES.|