8 Months with the Bonskling

She is 8 months old and I am a couple days late. Let the delayed parenting updates begin because, life.  

It is as though time with her was once a slow and soggy colic slug that transformed into a fast and fun and loud little race car. She yells at everything and giggles til it hurts. She sleeps with her butt in the air, still absolutely hates wearing clothes, rolls over and over and over, kicks in every position, sticks her feet up like a synchronized swimmer in swim class, and is so damn close to crawling it pisses her off. I remember little from the first months thanks to postpartum brain spaghetti, but I’m glad I wrote those months out on here. I’d hate to forget the toughness of the beginning. It builds up the love for what we have now.

She’s in full-time daycare until we find a nanny share situation. We're tired of being sick all the time and we'd like something just a weeee bit more affordable. Here’s how it goes: Daycare is a shiny new Porsche and a nanny share is a mid-sized BMW. I have no business buying either one but they're the only two stupid cars on the lot and I can't walk to work. Pair that with the fact our kid prefers the finer things. Organic goat milk from Germany. Coterie diapers she can’t shat through. We just bought her a (baby) Bronco from Walmart, like peasants, and I can feel the disappointment radiate off her pink little cheeks. Tis no BMW. Tis no Porsche.

Her Daddy continues to be the best dad in the world and is currently winning at parenting, with a 1 night away to my 6 nights, and this isn't including the few nights I was really sick and he had to parent. He even cared for her when she had a nasty virus, then cared for me when I ended up in the ER with Norovirus. Then, he took care of her another full day and night because my mom ended up in the ER with her own case of Norovirus, all because Mom boldly stood at the entrance to Rainie's daycare classroom and, ya know, breathed. But her Daddy finally took a night and went absolutely wild. Casinos, skiing, the bois, shots, etc.

Overall: She is just the happiest damn baby on the planet. General consensus always gave her a high cute score, but this past month the happiness is right up there, too. I love watching her light up when we walk into the room. When we’re out and about, she’s soaking it all in, giggling at the ceiling lights and smiling at all the passersby until they halt and acknowledge.

It’s all beautiful.