Seven. Teen. Months.

Like whoa.

The rate at which this little bird is growing, physically and all the other -allys, is downright criminal. Time is ripping me off for sure.

I’m not one of those moms that bemoans my little one becoming a bigger one. But the speed. I bemoan the speed.

She’s running. Not with any modicum of grace but running!

And falling! Toddler + Summer = Shorts + Skinned Knees. For serious. Both at all times.

She’s bonkers for swinging, sliding, yelling, and playing with other kids. She’s randomly (as in like every other nite) nite waking again.

And somehow, minus ANY kind of mastery of language, she’s crazy bossy. Emphatic utterings and lots of pushing get her point across.

Her current interests include pointing/shouting at airplanes and defiance.