The monkey is awesome. Incredibly awesome. She’s still sleeping with us because we’re still lazy as shit. And we have our old bed in her room. That’s the reason I give everyone who asks. The real reason is that we’re lazy as shit. I dont want to move more than 6 inches to attend to her in the middle of the night. Yes, she rolls on top of us. Yes, she did puke on me in the middle of the night. But I preferred that to waking up 4 hours later and seeing her covered in yack.
Every day she does something new. She’s walking, now. Taking bites of food, weened herself off of the bottle, picks up her sippy cup, points to her father and says, “Da!” I gave her a taste of pizza and she pointed at it and said, “Mine!”
She’s 97 percentile for height, and at the last appointment, 60something for weight. Doc said he’d like to see her weigh a little more in relation to her height. So we’re trying to feed her more often and encourage her to try new things. Although, that’s really not an issue. If it’s edible, she’ll try it. Fuck, it doesnt even need to be edible. Her books attest to that.
She monitors the world around her and sits quietly. She has her loud screetchy moments, too.
She has no idea that another child is about to enter the picture, but I’m sure she’ll love whatever pops out of me. Because that’s the kind of kid she is.
Loving.
