M has a grill

There have been many signs pointing to the fact that my sweet baby M is turning into a toddler.  First, there is the fact that she is losing her baby fat!  My chunky monkey, rolley polley is thinning out.  Then there is the fact that not only can she crawl, but she is now beginning to stand up, while holding onto furniture.  But, the biggest sign is her sweet grill!  Over the past few months we have gone from this...

Ouch, mom!  This tooth coming in hurts!

... to this!

6 teeth!

M has a big gap in between her two front teeth, which leads me to ask, is that a good thing or a bad thing.  I'm leaning towards good and hoping that there is enough room for her adult teeth to come in.  But, that is hopefully way far down the line! 

Getting into it

As, I try to decide what direction to take my blog, one thing that constantly comes to mind is that I need to update it.  Daily.  So here we are.  And to get everyone up to speed, the past few months have been busy ones.  We bought a house and moved, dressed up M as the most adorable Tiger ever for Halloween, went to Chicago for vacation and to visit Don's family and my little girl is almost a 1 year old!  Here is a picture of her looking too cool for school.  Actually, she was REALLY sick in this picture and was not amused at my attempt to throw an early birthday party for her.

My kid is so smart. Take one.

It's actually these pictures that gave me the kick in the rear I needed to get this thing going.

Le Tigre does not have that baby face any more!

Le Tigre has turned into quite the good eater! In fact, I feel guilty eating in front of her because of the look of jealousy that she gets. Tonight, I heated up some dinner while she was taking her usual 6:30pm snooze and of course right as I was about to eat, she woke up. No problem, I thought, I'll secretly eat my food while I feed her (I'm still nursing and can do it one-handed). Le Tigre gets right to eating her dinner and I try to do the same. After two or three bites, she realizes that I'm eating and comes off the boob and gives me this look as if to say, "are you going to share?" A few seconds go by and she's back to it and so am I. Except this time, I only have one bite before she's off the boob again, smiling, and looking for a bite. The cycle continues and before long, she can sense my arm moving towards my food and is practically begging for me to share with her. Seriously, how does she know what I'm doing?!? By this point, I am cracking up, this feeding session is a lost cause (for both of us) and we decide to play with toys instead!

Just Write

I have been thinking about starting a blog for a while now and have been waiting for the perfect timing.  First, I thought I'd do it after I got married.  But, then I got pregnant and the blog never happened.  Then, I thought I'd start blogging right when Le Tigre was born.  But, then I got busy and the blog never happened.

So, here we are, Le Tigre turns 8 months old tomorrow and I'm finally starting the blog.  The Baughman Diaries.