I can’t capture it on video. I have tried. A million times. As soon as Peanut sees the camera she stops.
What I’m trying to say is that MY DAUGHTER SAID ‘MAMA’ FOR THE FIRST TIME!
And the second time. And third. And well, she pretty much says it all day long which means that I am her favorite and SHE LOVES ME THE MOST.
Of course she does. I’m her mother, goddammit!
It makes me laugh when I’m nursing her and she’ll let go, look up at me, and start her ‘mama’ babbling. As if she’s got something to say and she can’t wait until she finishes her lunch to tell me. I hope that it’s always like this.
Oh god, here comes the sappy mommy loves her baby drivel.
Peanut, you are amazing. You are learning to crawl which freaks me out. A LOT. Seriously, stop moving. I can’t put you on the floor to play while I take a shit anymore. I have to take you with me. Otherwise, you’ll scoot and roll around and end up underneath the sofa which, believe me, would be hilarious. In an OHMYFUCKINGGODWHEREISMYBABY way. Har har, Peanut. Nice one.
You are developing such a cute little personality. Remember the time I took a choking hazard away from you and you screamed and had a temper tantrum in the middle of Hobby Lobby? So precious.
You’ll be six months old tomorrow, Peanut. This means that I have managed to keep you alive outside of the womb for half a year already. Not just keep you alive but love you and help you to thrive. Parenting WIN!
I love you, little dudette. Now, if you could just sleep through the night…..