It's been quite a while since I have been able to sit down without the spider monkey that is my daughter glued to my hip.
Hailey is 7 months old today- and again.... the swiftness of time passing has left me with my hair blown sideways. Where does it go? Not only that, when did this small helpless being become a wobbly, wiggly mobile machine? EVERYTHING is in her mouth now.... toys, my hair, her FEET...yes her feet.... but most notably there are TEETH in there!!!! Last month I celebrated her half year mark with an ice pack on my left boob after that revelation. SWEET!
But the biggest development for our house is that she is almost mobile. She is pulling and reaching and doing everything if she could just get that little tush in the air she'd be motoring right out the front door. This development is two-fold, it's remarkable to see the progress made right in front of your eyes- like a real life evolutionary diagram playing out in our living room- BUT this means that we have to sprout another pair of eyeballs to stay one step ahead of her. All of a sudden that spare change you leave on the coffee table is now a potential choking hazard for Little Miss Sticky Fingers. And poor Lucy will actually have to go on a feeding schedule so she can't share her food.
Now that we're on a regular schedule, I finally feel ready to put her in her own bed. She is starting to sleep a little heavier now and I'm starting to tire of waking up to a whack in the face every few hours. So tonight is the first night of our second try with a crib. We made one effort before- which only lasted a few hours and at her slightest whimper I swooped in and assumed the cuddle position in less than 45 seconds. But I know if we don't get her in her own room more often, by the time our next baby comes we'll be screwed.
So with the monitor on and both Hailey and Lee asleep in their respective rooms, here I sit. And people let me tell you. I have no clue what to do with myself. I know some people would be screaming "GET SOME SLEEP" or throw out simple suggestions of catching up on things around the house... but I have found myself just pacing the upstairs hallway... bouncing back and forth between the echoing snores of the father and the soft sleepy whines of the baby...
