My baby will always be a tiny baby...uh what baby, I don't see a baby.

I could say I'm super busy and that's why I haven't blogged.  But the truth is, we have so much crap in our bedroom I can't even get to my desk.  Well, that's my job for today...clear the bedroom!  EV and Ed have headed out one day before me to St. Joe so I can get this done.  We're taking her to the Berrien County Youth Fair.  As my grandmother pointed out, yes, she is not even 1 and she will not remember this experience of meeting the animals.  However, I am 27 and Ed is 29 and we will remember her first time seeing a baby goat or a bunny rabbit.  

She is walking up a storm now, everywhere, more and more steps.  She only crawls when we're chasing her during play time.  Walking to her is no big deal, I don't know if she's realized she has thrown a dagger into "my baby will always be a tiny baby" fantasy.  

Her full tooth count is now 7, however, there are 1...2...3...4...5...teeth on their way through, like I can see spikes of baby tooth peaking through her precious little gums.  2 or 3 of them are molars!  I say 2 or 3 because she won't let us see the top ones very well and I know one is coming in on her top right, I just can't tell which one.  

She's a champ.  

The only difference we've noticed is when she gets crabby she has a meltdown but thankfully this doesn't happen often.  I don't think she's my child.  I complain when anything hurts.  She just goes on and thinks it's nothing.  She fell and hit her head on a wood floor the other day, looked right at me and Ed and of course we were smiling so she wouldn't be afraid.  She wasn't.  She got up and went right back to playing. 

EV is a tough cookie.