Teeth

We are not fans of teeth.
8 and counting;
it appears that she's starting on her first molar.

At 9 months of age.
A little ridiculous, no?

A Moment of Wow

I did the math, and she is 1-3 days shy of being out as long as she was in. Close enough.
Then (8 days old):

...and now

Moving

Happy birthday, of sorts! Little R has now been in the outside world longer than she gestated inside me...

We realized that R would be crawling if we had rugs in the house. Wood floors make friction difficult, and friction is critical for crawling. She gets up on her hands & knees, and then her little knees slide backwards until she's on her belly again. However, this is not preventing mobility. She is all over the place, all day long. She just had a little screaming fit because Dad would not let her push the button on the plug-in CO sensor. It would have made a loud, horrid noise that might have discouraged her from ever doing it again, but it might also have damaged her tender eardrums.

2 more teeth working their way through, and not painlessly. This will bring her grand total to 8. She may not be precocious in anything else, but my o' my is she very adept at growing teeth!

Conflict of interests

Being a mom seems to mean that I mourn the passing of each phase, each cute little habit - but at the same time, can't wait to see what's next.

Miscellaneous growing things

The deer ate our garden this year. R did a great job getting it beautiful, planted, weeded, and healthy, and then the deer ate it.

Green beans are, apparently, tenacious. You can see how high the deer could reach.

Pump that through Powerpoint.

I do not now, nor will I ever (if I have anything to say about it!) know what, "MD5 hash the result" means.

That is all.

Unreal

Everyone told me that it goes by so quickly.

Up until the last few weeks, I would say that things have been moving along at a comfortable pace. None of the unpleasant phases (such as not sleeping) lasted for too long, yet we feel like we've had plenty of time to enjoy each of the new, wonderful things that Baby Girl (BG) is doing.

Until she became mobile. The changes in her are significant, daily! One day, she's rolling over. The next, she's barrel-rolling around the house. The next, she's commando-crawling. The next, she's doing whatever is within her abilities to chase our Old Dog around the house (!) so that she can pull his toes & ears. Thankfully, he is a very tolerant dog.

She came out with "ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" this past Tuesday. On wednesday, she said it all day long. Both times that she woke up Wednesday night, she looked up at me with her wide, bright eyes, and told me, "Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba". I told her, "No, BG, it's time to sleep." You can guess her response!