Eight months? Really? Is it just me or is this adventure going faster the second time around?
It certainly feels that way, but why?
Is it because I'm getting older ? Time seems to speed up with each birthday.
Perhaps the reason has more to do with the busyness factor; working full-time with a long commute while juggling therapy sessions, doctor visits, housework and the daily needs of two young kids can be tricky. Some weeks it feels like there are not enough hours in the days.
You know, sometimes I wonder if it's just because there has been less medical stuff. In my experience being in a constant state of worry really slows time and runs us all down.
We are having fun and we're figuring it out as we go.
So, the birthday girl had a cold this weekend and has a bit of a drippy nose, but she was still smiley for the camera yesterday. She's a busy girl, climbing up the slide, crawling FAST, standing unassisted for about 10 seconds at a time, and waving (although still a bit imprecise). She's started cruising furniture and last night was half pushing half being pulled by her baby walker. She loves to play near her sister but we've recently seen more frustration on her part when her big sis takes a toy away. This is sure to lead to a lot more drama in the coming weeks.
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