"Have you lost your d*mn mind?" My Stanley Hudson alter ego bellowed out.
My Belle is a crazy woman. Like a light switch. Off and On. No pause, idle, sit and watch mommy do the laundry. Off and on. Stop and go. Knock over the Christmas tree. Eat Twinkie's food. Bite chunks of paint off the TV stand. 0 to 60, 60 to 0. Sleep, wake, crawl, bite, crawl, sleep.
And I love it.
She has 6 teeth now. Top and bottom 3 middle.
Babbles quite a bit. Her favorite word is still "Bob." But new this month- trying to imitate what you say, and what you sing. The best.
Loves TV if there is music. Baby Einstein, Disney movies, VH1 music videos. When music stops- totally uninterested. Lately, she cries when I turn off Yo Gabba Gabba.
Twinkie is starting to get irritated with her. Today he found a delicious paper towel out of the trashcan to snack on- until Belle crawled across the room, ripped it out of his mouth, tore it into tiny pieces and sprinkled them a top his head as he sat agape in disbelief.
He growls and nips at her daily. His teeth are too tiny and dull to break even fragile baby skin. She knows this and laughs sadistically.
She has the cutest wave.
Loves all her baby friends. But she can't contain her excitement and makes them cry in terror as she screams and climbs on top of them.
I think Samuel's getting used to it.
Only likes to eat solids if she is feeding herself.
I wasn't kidding about the TV stand. She thinks its hilarious.
Temporary solution
Ready for winter.
Walks with Twinkie.
I wish she really was this chubby.
Even if she's wearing pink, people call her a boy. Maybe because she's her dad's twin.
Loves him too. Squeals when he comes home. Cries if he doesn't pick her up right away.
But what about Bob? She has to have a little bit of me in her...
...maybe.
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