I think I love Maisie most at 10.5 months. That isn't to say I haven't loved her in the past. It's just that now, I love her most of all. This stage of her life is simply amazing. Simply put: she's the most human she's ever been. Maisie now gets humor. She purposely tries to be funny. She imitates Nibbler by putting things in her mouth and then shaking her head back and forth. She pulls my hat over my face to play peekaboo. Her babbles have meaning. She insists on eating real
It's so cold in this common work space. They need to better insulate these windows. I knew I should have brought an extra sweater. Why isn't any one else shivering? I've always hated sick days. My mom claims, and I remember as well, throwing temper tantrums when I was sick and couldn't go to school. I was worried I'd be left behind; I'd miss out on something fun; I'd fall behind on homework. Snow days, on the other hand, I've always been a fan of. As long as no one could go t
Soaking tubs are beautiful. No, they are sexy. They add value to a home. And, unless you are the leading lady in a romantic comedy or a real estate broker trying to make a sale, they are completely useless. They are too steeply sloped for an averaged, let alone small, person to comfortably rest her head on the lip. They are tricky to climb out of when wet. They are too deep to easily clean. And they certainly are the absolute worst place to bathe a squirming baby. A few month
Maisie is in full military crawl mode, making whatever squirming motion necessary to get her to her desired destination, which is most times either my cell phone or the buckle on her car seat. She occasionally will get in to this squatting posture and then, after a few furtive glances, will propel herself forward without any fear of smacking her face onto the floor, which is nearly inevitable based on her form. A quick yelp, a reassuring pat from me, and she's back on the mov
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