I wish I were a little less lame. If I were a little less lame I would have posted something in the last few months. Where am I at? Who knows. The Hellkat is easier to pinpoint. She's 11 months old today and I'm more than a little freaked that she's only 1 month away from the big UNO. She's such a big kid these days. She says "shoe" and possibly "George" and the usual Mama and Dada. She can woof woof and meow better than me. She gives big open mouthed kisses to the characters in her books, to the dog, sometimes to her parents. She's crawling and standing. She can tell me where my nose is. She's not sure about walking yet but we think it's coming soon. She dances like a rock star and responds to songs like "If You're Happy" at the right times with the right tricks. She throws her food and wrestles us when we want her to snuggle. She sleeps pretty well but wakes up a wee bit too early. She's a picky eater already, preferring pasta and cheese over everything else. She's still damn cute and yummy. We laugh a lot and hug a lot. She adores her dad.
Motherhood rocks. I wish I could do it a little more than I do. Soon we'll be switching daycare facilities and M. and I will each get a day at home with her during the week. I'm pretty excited to have a day alone with my little love. We'll do errands and go to the park. But, I'm supposed to be working from home that day and I'm not sure how that will work when all I want to do is hang with the kiddo. We'll see how it goes. It's much easier on our bottom line and I think the new daycare will be great. I'm going to try to do this more often and hopefully it'll be less dull.
