Grumpster will be eight months old on Saturday. I think that's just beyond weird. She's hardly the same child now. Her personality is much too big for her body. She's constantly crawling all over creation and pulling herself up to stand on anything she can reach. She likes to do naughty things like sit on mommy's computer or try to feel daddy's brain by going in through his eye socket. She also enjoys saying "mamamamamamama", but only when she's whiny. During her other, happier moods, she likes to say "da daaadadaadada". I'm not sure how I feel about my name being associated with sadness.
She's a little snot, but I love her dearly. I've honestly tried to imagine what my life would be like if we hadn't gotten pregnant immediately after our wedding, and I can't. Well, I can, but it's very... empty. As frustrated as I get with her, I definitely wouldn't want my life any other way -- stretch marks and all.