Little G will be 7 months old on Saturday. I can't believe how fast time is flying by! I finally started her on solids. So far she has had rice cereal, sweet potato and bananas. She wasn't a big fan of the sweet potato and indicated this by blowing raspberries with every spoonful. I was the one in need of a bib as the puree was spat at me!

She is almost crawling and is now saying mamamamama particularly when she gets whiny/crying for a bottle. She knows our chocolate lab's name and loves playing with his tags. He is less enamoured of her.

I love being with her and am so thankful that I am able to stay home with her for a full year (thank you H!) She has been on two waiting lists for daycare since before she was born and I just called to check where she is on the list and was told they won't know until late November/early December. That really doesn't work for me because what if they say they can't take her and then it's the last minute and would be impossible to find daycare. We did find a new place pretty close to our home that is under construction now. We may end up going with them for convenience. To be completely open, I do not want to go back to work. I want to stay at home with her and can't imagine having to leave her with strangers. I am just not going to focus on it right now.

We are still planning on using our frozen embryos early next year. I am torn about this. Well not really torn. I want another child, if we are lucky enough to be successful. But, I love Little G so much... is it possible to love another baby as much? I know they say that your heart just grows and encompasses each child. But, I'm still a little nervous about it. I refuse to think about it not working.

That's it for me right now.