May 21, 2012

  • Sophie had a rough night last night. I suspect it was something I ate. She woke crying several times, that sad, terrible cry that makes you pop wide awake. She rarely does this anymore, so I'm fairly certain it had something to do with that huge piece of nasty cake I ate. Today's gonna be rough though.

    I can't believe that tomorrow she will be eight months. I swear she will be walking soon. She seems determined. I was walking at nine months, and I understand these things are genetic, so she might very well be walking within the month. I'm going to be a busy mother, I think.

    I adore her every noise. Her monster growls. Her screeches. Her high pitched squeals. Her voice experimentation and modulations. Love it all. And although I understand this drives most parents batty, I'm even looking forward to the ”why” stage!