Little G will be 8 months old on the 23rd, not sure where the time is going, but it sure is flying by quickly. She is still combat crawling, ut she has gotten better at it, she is now starting to pull herself up on things. We are going to have to lower her mattress because she is pulling herself up on the side of it and I am scared she will fall out. Of course there have been a few bumps and bruises with her new exploration, but we have now baby-proofed the house and she is much safer.

Today we were at Gym.boree and the instructor complimented Little G on her smile, Then she turned to me and said that Little G's smile is going to be tough to deal with in the future because it is so nice that I won't be able to get mad at her. Well, that brought a smile to my face because, a. Little G is a pretty smiley kid and I think she is adorable and b. people used to say the same thing about me to my Mom.

Oops got to run, Little G is up from her nap.

Still Here

I am still here. I have taken a bit of a break from reading blogs and blogging lately. Life just got a little hectic.

Little G is officially crawling, well army crawling, not quite on all 4s yet. She sure can move. She is attracted to wires, bathrooms and the dogs' waterbowl. We play this game where she makes a beeline for the forbidden items and I scoop her up before she gets there.

We have also started solids, a little later than most people think should happen, but meh, it is what it is. So far she's had apples, pears, bananas, avacado, zucchini, sweet potato and rice cereal. She really likes the avacado and cereal. Hates pears.

She is also saying "mamamama", but not calling me it, just making the sounds. She is reaching for me now. I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure it is all real. That I really have a kid.

A friend made the decision to stop her pursuit of a child. It is tough for me to comprehend stopping trying without having exhausted all means. She doesn't want a child that is not genetically linked to both her husband and herself. Which, I can respect if not understand. I had contemplated having to make that decision, but I knew I wouldn't find peace with it until we had at a minimum tried DE. I realized that being a Mom was more important than the genes. Anyway, I am actually really happy for my friend. She can stop slugging through the hell that is failed cycle after failed cylce, the rollercoaster of having hope and losing hope. She can look forward and build a different, and wonderful life with her husband without the weight of cycling. I think you have to be a really brave person to know when to say enough is enough.