Climbing

So Peanut can now stand up on her own steam without pulling herself up on the nearest object. With arms above her head she baby hulk stomps around the house for hours. And we follow behind teaching the meaning of NO.

NO you cannot toddle out to the balcony by yourself.

NO you cannot play with the power cord.

NO you cannot use your toys to climb up on the entertainment unit

Wait, WHAT?

Homegirl is too smart for her own good. She's starting to say "ciao" and thismorning  spontaneously played PeekABoo with Daddy for 10 minutes straight. We're also back to refusing food from a spoon because her first tooth has broken through, with the second seemingly on its way as well.

Daddy's car keys are next, methinks...

Hell is Other Mothers

Subtitle: I am a bitch.

The other day I was in the neighborhood grocery store with Peanut in her stroller, getting some necessary supplies before the evening cranky set in. It's not a very big store and the dinky produce section at the entrance has juuuuuust enough space for the stroller to pass. As I am picking out some carrots, in come a woman and her friend, the latter who is also pushing a stroller. There hover over the tomatoes, blocking my forward progress, so I wait for them to go about their business. The non-Mom sees me and moves on to the next item on her list. The Other Mom with a Stroller moves her stroller directly into my path. 

My eye roll was epic as I back both the stroller and the shopping cart to exit out the other end to make room for her and so I can get to the scales and weigh my carrots. Seriously, just how dumb are some people?

Carrots weighed, I peruse the apples near the scales where there is slightly more room. Up comes Other Mom with a Stroller. She leans down next to her baby, who seems a bit older than Peanut, and says "See the baby. Can you say Hi to the baby?"

Oof. So you were just trying to have your baby say hi to mine. Whoops. Don't I feel like a heel now.

No, wait. You blocked my path so your precious offspring could practice waving at my kid? Like maybe I have all the time in the world and have nothing better to do than make fwiendsy-wendsies over the Gala apples?

*eyeroll*

Seriously, just how dumb are some people?

Running

Miss Peanut Polpetta Monkey Butt the First took 5 steps in a row and decided she was ready to run. She launches her chubby little body into thin air, pistoning her wee little proscuitto legs and pushing off the tips of her toes so she can get to Daddy, to Mom's boob, to the stale piece of yesterday's pizetta that I missed just under the couch.

Woe if you are not there to catch her mid launch. Ditto if you don't make it in time to catch her as she attempts to plow through whatever obstacle lies in her path.

She will hold on to one of our fingers and run in half circles for hours. I have a vauge sensation of being a combo human Maypole & doggy run.

Mon Amour and I are doing our fair share of running as well. Two months till the wedding, so it's time to get our ducks in a row. Found our recption spot the other day, now we have to organize the actual party and logistics of.

Ack.

We looked at each other the other day and I replied to what was clearly written on his face.

"I told you we should have eloped."
"I know. And in a sense you were right, but I want to give you this day in front of everybody."
"You mean give us. This is our day to celebrate; we've had the discussion where I told you I am not down with this whole Bridzilla GRAR THIS IS MY DAY bullshit."
"Ja ja I know. I just want to see you walking down to aisle to me in a white dress."

Awwww

Fuck the wedding. This marriage is awesome.

Howling

Remember how I howled at Peanut taking her first step unassisted while I was at work? Yesterday Mon Amour sent me a video via WhatsApp of Peanut officially walking.

*howls some more*

Peanut Sprouts

Peanut continues to evolve from tiny immobile lump of cute into a tiny little cute person. She took her first unassisted step with Daddy while I was at work and I wanted to howl at missing it. She wants to walk all the time, dragging us by the fingers to her desired end point. About half the times she'll let go of one finger, which has potential for hilarity as there's a good chance she'll wind up going in circles around herself.

If she deems mom and dad aren't going fast enough for her tastes, she'll drop to her butt and scarper along on all fours. We're pretty sure she'll be being our rings down the aisle come October. Knowing Peanut though, I'm guessing there's a 50% chance that she'll decide that she wants to go see Interesting Thing Over There instead of tottering towards mom and dad.

The precocious walking is offset by her stubbornness of not wanting more than a bite or two of solid foods. Homegirl prefers Boob Juice, which has been causing Mon Amour to despair that he's not a good enough Daddy while he's been taking on the child care when I'm at work. Though I kept telling him not to worry, she'll eat when she's hungry, it took our pediatrician telling him the same before he even halfway believed it. I have the batshit in laws to thank for that, since they were spelling doom and gloom and stoking his fears. 

But after a bout of possible scarlet fever, (which had Mon Amour almost in tears at the pediatrician's office as a culmination of all of the aforementioned food avoidance and where I found out about the meddling of the in-laws) she seems to have rounded a corner and will now gum various foodstuffs and wants tastes of what mom and dad are eating.

Woot.