Was first person in my building at work this work. Am therefore listening to Justin Timberlake as loudly as possible. Also, found myself shouting: “First!”
Am apparently a regular for breakfast at the Burger King next to Nora’s daycare. Was greeted with “Hungry today?” and a smile by the woman at the drive through. Don’t consider this a good thing. Vow to cross the street to McDonald’s… for a while, at least.
And before you know it, nearly two more months have gone by. I don’t realize how fast she is growing until I’m clearing out stuff from the drawers that doesn’t fit her anymore. I look back at photos from the day she was born, and remember how I was afraid I would never get to this place… where I am confident, where I feel like a good mother, where I can see her happy to see me. Now when I pick her up at daycare, and she smiles and reaches for me… I think: yeah, I can see that tomorrow will definitely be even better than today.
But, the past six months? Man, what a whirlwind. This baby, let me sum her up for you:
Oh my gosh, will we ever sleep again?
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Yay, four hours of sleep!
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Aw, a smile! And she babbles!
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Yay! She rolled over!
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Her first fever. Will we ever sleep again?
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Yay! Six hours of sleep!
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Giggles?!? OMG, giggles are the best thing ever!
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She can sit up on her own now? She couldn’t do that yesterday. What happened?
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A tooth?!? What?