Day 1285

I've officially decided that I don't want to be a single mom. Husband: you can never die. 

Day 1284

The baby had more mutters than usual. The puppy is on high alert. No daddy means a lot more of "all the babies crying at once".

Day 1283

The Lizard has hit the 'go totally bonkers' milestone.

Day 1282

It is wonderful to see the Lizard trying to learn about and interact with the world. Even if we end up saying "Ceiling" eleventy kajillion times.

Day 1281

Dear Lizard,

You still have over eight months until you're two. Calm down.

Also, while we're here, the food we are trying to give you is tasty and interesting. It is not actually murder. Or floor polish.

Love,

Your mother.

Day 1280

"Dis?"

"Ceiling!"

"Dis?"

"Ceiling."

"Dis?"

"Still the ceiling."

"Dat?"

"Window."

"Dat?"

"Window"

"Dat?"

"Ceiling again."

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Day 1279

Today the baby learned about swings. I see lots of walks to the park in our future.

Day 1278

Babies: The only people whose mood improves after they poo their pants.

Day 1277

It is amazing how quickly you can go from big smiles and giggles to all yelling all the time.

Day 1276 (belated)

Why does the right before bed silly goofy stage have to be my favourite part of the day?

Day 1275

Even the Lizard knows that lots of hugs are needed on Mondays.

Day 1274

You know when the baby really sleeps in that she's about to unveil a fancy new skill. Last weekend it was walking; today she woke up wanting to know the words for everything. And so that begins...

Day 1273

Dear baby, 

If you are so sleepy you are curling up on the floor with a blankie, maybe you should consider actually napping when I then put you down for a nap.

Love,

Mother

Day 1272

The day we found out everyone in the house likes Shreddies, despite what one of those ones has been saying.

Day 1271

The babies were excited to see the snow this morning; the adults were not. I'm just excited for when Lizard is older and I have a super excuse to play in the snow. Then it won't just be something to shovel that prevents us from getting places quickly and safely.

Day 1270

O Grumpus, our Grumpus, why did you have to choose basement flood week to be such a Grumpus?

Day 1269

On the plus side, once we have enough towels to deal with the water that floods into the basement every spring, we'll be able to make a really wicked Towel Fort.

Day 1268

With great walking skills comes great grumpability.

Day 1267

With new walking skills comes new opportunities for bruises. Yippee!

Day 1266

The Lizard decided this morning that she's going to walk now. So that's happening.

Day 1265

I think my favourite sound is baby giggles. Is it possible to be mad when you hear baby giggles?

Day 1264

The Lizard's coughing bugs us more than it bugs her.

Day 1263

The kiddo is alternating big coughs and huge grins. Oh tiny lungs, please get better...

Day 1261

It's hard to be cranky when your little sunshiney baby has the giggles.

Day 1260

It's amazing how much your wellbeing can depend on the mood of an irrational tiny person.

Day 1259

Our little lumberjack winterpiggy is 15 months old.

As usual, I'm not sure how that happened.

Day 1258

Parenting involves a lot of simple joys.

Day 1257

One of the weirdest things about being a parent is how utterly bewildering and shocking it is when you (regularly) discover that your kid used to be younger and smaller. 

This should not be a surprise to anyone... but it is. To many people, including me. Frequently.

The human brain is a messed up animal.

Day 1256

I wonder if all the other parents from daycare think everyone who works there loves their kid. 

Day 1255

That thing where you suddenly realize that your kid is bigger/longer/better at whatever than they were a couple days ago. How does this happen?!