lemme hear ya say ah-uh-uh...

so i keep meaning to update. and then i find something else i need or want to do more.

plus, honestly. i swear everything is so much more boring now. i could tell you how m* got in the crib last night for the first time ever and how she slept all night long and we actually slept and were able to get rested and all that good stuff. but who cares really?

life is great. the baby is fantastic. incredible. a joy. she's funny. she has a great sense of humor. it's amazing. wonderful. so much fun. i couldn't imagine.

she's almost in a place where we could get a babysitter. she's 6 months old.

her personality is coming out like crazy. i had no idea stuff would be so clearly visible so early in her life. i thought the first year would be pretty boring. but she's all full of it. she's a goober. a dork. a goofball.

my goober. my dork. my goofball.

all mine.

she growls. she makes yelling noises. she scowls on the subway. she makes this vaguely pissed off and slightly bored face on the wsubway.

she likes they might be giants and g love and special sauce.

she likes oatmeal but not rice.

she likes red and black and looks better in pink than purple.

she likes books. eating them that is.

her favorite songs are jimmy fallon's idiot boyfriend and long time gone by the dixie chicks.

she is stubborn and determined and will spend 10 minutes trying to get her music toy in her mouth.

she makes me smile, makes me cry, makes me laugh, makes everything good.

i can't get enough.

and i am officially boring.

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