Not So Little

I’m still having a hard time dealing with the fact that Andrea’s a big baby now. Even if all signs tell me that she’s not a tiny baby I still want to believe that she is. I insist on looking at baby clothes at Babycenter Store only to be frustrated cause none would fit her anymore. 

The fact that she’s standing and walking just seems wrong to me. How would you feel when you see a bald and toothless baby walking on the floor. Tell me  you wouldn’t be shocked?

She also threatens to give me hypertension every 10 minutes or so just by how daring she is. She lets go, climbs up things and people, dives…yes I said dives. She climbs on top of you while you are lying down. Smiles at you…so there you are complacent that she’s just being affectionate then you notice that her eyes are actually looking at the floor where your very attractive slippers are. She attempts to swan dive to your slipper. You almost have a stroke.

She also lets go when she’s on the crib and it takes every ounce of what’s left of your willpower not to scream.  She lets go, wobbles while looking at you(she doesn’t just wobble, she shakes! she’s 7 months old for goodness sake) and then you finally scream out of fear that she’ll hit her head somewhere. You then tell her “Andrea, please remember you’re still a baby”

Then she looks at you this way

And you forget what you were upset about in the first place.