Oh God, She's Mobile
Time has recently become incredibly confusing for me. In three months, baby girl will celebrate her first birthday. Three months! It seems so soon. On the other hand, that is a full 1/3 of this child's life. That seems like forever to me. For me, that's 10 years. This girl sleeps "well" about one in three nights, so during the time between now and her first birthday, I'll get about one month of decent sleep. Math. Everyone, literally everyone, has told me to cherish these baby moments because before I know it, she will be all grown up and yelling at me to leave her alone. Thus far I have been...less than successful in the cherishment department, mostly because my daughter has been so dreadfully and insufferably booooring. She's was so lame. Undeniably cute. Smells amazing. But just a boring little drip of a human being. Until now. Because now my baby crawls! She crawls like a maniac. She crawls with all the suicidal vengeance of John Wick on pur