the fifth... has passed

It's true what they say.

When it rains, it pours.

And we've been so busy running around in the downpour, that we forgot the fifth.

The day our girl turned 9 months old.

In my defence, I remembered the day before, and the day after.

Papa just didn't remember.

But in his defence, he has been extremely busy.

So I'm a little late but:

9 favourite things about my 9 month old.

1. Being greeted with absolute sheer excitement and hugs 

every time I'm out of her line of vision for more than 30 seconds.

2. The look on her face when she's doing something she knows she shouldn't be doing. 

(You can't pull the I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing-because-I'm-just-a-baby trick very much longer... Mama is on to you.)

3. When she reaches up to touch my face.
Even if the gentle touch quickly turns into a poke in the eye or a fistful of hair.

4. Nursing.
It was a lot of hard work at the beginning, but the closeness and the bond that I get to experience made the initial leakage, engorgement, almost-mastitis (TMI) and all that fun stuff was totally worth it.
I'm already in slight panic mode that it's almost coming to an end.

5. The rare times when she cries out in her sleep,
and all she needs is to touch my face to fall back asleep.
This has not happened in a while... teething is giving us a serious run for our money.

6. Once upon a time, Bean used to sleep through the night.
And even though I practically drool at the thought of possibly getting back to that place again,
I kind of love it when she clings to me and refuses to let go when I'm trying to put her in bed.
(less so at 4am)

7.  The waves and claps of excitement.

8. Those chunky baby hand high fives.

9. "Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma"
And I'm beginning to think more and more that she actually means ME.
A woo hoo.

"I still can't believe you forgot the fifth."

"Also, does this outfit make my cheeks look big?"

the fifth.

Hey lady.

 You're 8 months old today.

Teeth, talking, crawling (backwards... kind of).

Clearly you missed that memo about cooling it with the growth spurts. 

the fifth.

And just like that, she is 6 months old.

The craziest

busiest

most exhausting

most sleep deprived

most exciting

happiest 

6 months of our life.

Sitting like a big lady.

Mama likes that big fluffy butt and she cannot lie.

Roll on to tummy.

Hang out there until I get tired.

Yell at mama to fix the situation (cause I don't quite know how to roll on to my back).

Roll right back on to tummy.

*repeat all day

Pretty soon she's going to be crawling and we're going to have to Bean proof everything.

gettin' mah craft on.

I've wanted to put Bean's name up on her bedroom wall for a while, 

but haven't been able to find anything that I liked.

So I decided to make it.

I bought plain wooden letters from the craft store, and painted the sides with acrylic paint.

The first picture was after one coat - I did two.

And yes, the cookie was a necessary part of the process.

I traced the letters on scrapbook paper and cut them out with an exacto knife.  

One letter I did in green as an accent colour, the rest I used two different patterns and made them into stripes (hello I have a stripes addiction).  I tore the sheets by hand because I didn't want it to look too "clean", and glued the strips back into the stripe pattern before tracing/cutting.

And then good ol' Mod Podge.

A little Mod Podge on the letter and two coats on top.

Et voila.

I have too many things that I want to make and not enough time...

I also wish I had a sewing machine... and a serger... a glue gun... a staple gun...

None of which I have room for in the house but that's neither here nor there.

In other news, the lady is 5 months today.
**insert cliche rant about how she's growing up too quickly**

the fifth.

Life feels like it's perpetually on "fast forward".

How is it late October already?

"The fifth" has come and gone and our girl is already 4&1/2 months.

Just chillaxin' and enjoying a good read.

Okay we're done.

And because there must always be outtakes:

the fifth.

I'm 3 months today yo.

Hollaaaaaahhhh.

(Not feelin mama's camera in my face)