Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Three blind mice
Caroline is doing well - 10 months old now! And it's clear that we need to have another baby because she is NOT a baby and she drives me crazy. That seems like an argument for NOT having another one, I suppose, but I just don't think I'm done lovin' on the wee ones. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with newborns (terrified with the first, a little sketchy on the second, pretty comfortable with the third) I realize just how AWESOME they are and how much I really need to enjoy those first 6 months. Because then they turn into non-stop jumping beans, grab-your-face-with-razor-fingernails-Wolverine-style monsters, cry-if-you-don't-carry-me-24/7 (while I grab your face!) crybabies, and all sorts of other nonsense. She's getting really mobile, which is great, and she's got outrageously chubby thighs, which is fun to poke fun at, but definitely, DEFINITELY not a baby in my eyes. We love her. But she's not a baby. Then again, go ask any child who can say "baby" and they'll tell you otherwise. Am I right?