"She's a girl," I believe was my response.
Laughter
I didn't know I had made a joke.
It is with a heavy heart I am realizing that I need to buy this baby some trousers.
She has places to go, people to see, and these repressive skirts are cumbersome!
Along with trousers, I am looking into baby helmets. Because she's constantly pulling herself up to a standing position, Evel Knievel falls and hits her head about 20 times a day. Today she dove head first off of our bed bequeathing me with the World's Worst Mother award.
Little shark has 5 teeth! Top two middle and bottom 3 middle. Along with being worried she is going to give herself a concussion, I now have to be concerned about asphyxiation- I'm scooping chunks of cardboard, paper, and plastic out of her little mouth all day. She's not interested in actually eating anything she gets in there, I think she just enjoys the sensation of tearing things apart with her teeth. Shark.
Belle and Twinkie are still buddies, even though Belle likes to mess with his toys.
I probably should get her back into baby modeling because she loves the camera so much.
This month she was saying "Mom-mom-mom" which I loved- but all of a sudden she decided "Bob-Bob-Bob" felt more right.
Love my daring and dainty 7 month-old. So lucky to be her Bob.
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