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I did it again! ::foryoubrittanylovers::
I promised I would blog more frequently, and well, its September. Big fat fail. Its 1158pm on a Saturday night, and I am sending happy sleep thoughts out to my 4.5 month old daughter, so I am going to spend a little extra time up this evening with the confidence Grace will sleep until at least 730am when dad gets home from work. Grace is probably the easiest baby I have ever heard of or known, which I am extremely grateful for, but she sure did spoil me by sleeping 10 hours straight from about 6 weeks on. Now every 3, 4 or 5am wake up begins with a slight growl as I roll out of bed. At these times I have lately been reminding myself that I have the most cooperative child 23 out of 24 hours a day. Life is good.

So my big girl is 19 weeks old as of yesterday. She has started on baby purees (I don't know who is more excited about that, her or me) and is mere seconds away from crawling. I know some find it odd that I am so overly excited that Grace tends to hit these milestones early, but to be honest, I can't figure out why any mom wouldn't be! I am simply excited for her to experience all life has to offer and take great joy in watching her learn and do. She is so proud when she accomplishes a new task, and so am I. What fun would it be for her to stay 10lbs and immobile? I may have a lot coming down the road with a speedy crawler then a crazy toddler having me run in circles, but knowing Jonny and myself, I am confident we will continue to encourage her developmental progress, even if it means less control and more chaos. I feel that our encouragement will build confidence that will lead to a lifetime of success. ($0.50 to the person who can name that reference, ahem ahem, Tressa Bishop, <3 & miss you!)
So here I am, nearly 5 months later with a puree eating, almost crawling, discovered her voice ::happyscreaming:: dog loving, active little girl. Life seems to evolve on a daily basis as I experiment with balance of house, dogs, husband, baby, in no particular order that is, to eventually, hopefully, find what works. Maybe by our next move in 9 months I'll have it figured out. Or not. Embracing the chaos because I've discovered that order is, well, boring.