Its a word, I swear.

I know, I know, I know. Its not an actual word, but, I mean, she was trying to use her words.
She has gotten quite good at it.
Just the other day she was telling me that she hates the fact that when she craps herself we laugh and scream,"Good girl!" as if its really all that awesome. She said,"Mom, its just not that awesome."

I guess I would hate it if every time I shit my pants my husband jumped up and down and shouted, "Yay! You pooped!"
That would suck.

Sucker.

Turn your volume all the way up for this one.
Its sooooo loud when she does it that it sounds almost fake, like there is a hidden speaker somewhere.

Back From Hawaii

Saying goodbye to Daddy...


The view from up there...


The other view from up there...


And the backyard...


My brother and my daughter...










My pink baby...

Practicing for our trip to Hawaii.

Me and the baby leave for Hawaii on Monday morning. I got her a hat and sewed a heart on to it and daddy gave her his gucci sunglasses. She really liked the sunglasses.

Check the crib video thingy and new hairstyle!

First time in the crib. Ever.

Here is how I know she is sleeping and not sneaking out the window...

And this is her new do by Daddy. Tomorrow I am going to show her how to use a curling iron.

Happiness is a warm swing...

She absolutely LOVES her swing. I feel guilty for putting her in it because I feel like I should be playing with her every single second she is awake. However, sometimes she cries and just wants to be left to swing on her own, staring at things and relaxing.
I want a swing, too.

Burning (out?)

This post finds me exhausted and a little lonely. Not the type of lonely like being cold and alone, but the type where I miss having just a little freedom to think about anything other than baby. This is typical of new motherhood. I am jealous of people who can sit on the porch and read, who can sit on the computer like nothing has changed, who get to think about anything other than baby.
So tired.
And for other people looking in, motherhood is not interesting to the masses, or entertaining. Its very personal. And I guess that is why its lonely. No one wants to really talk about any of it. Sure its good for a smug laugh or two, then its over.
I say this as my daughter is starting to wake up and Now I am excited.
She is such a thrill.
She laughs now.
It all happens so fast!