So. September is here. Typically, September is my favorite month. (Ok, it ties with December. I'm a sucker for Christmas.) September is my birthmonth. Yes, I celebrate all 30 days. September also marks our second anniversary. Yes, we got married twice. We love each other that much.
In any case, September 2010 is shaping up to kick. my. butt.
The very first day was full of Big Moments and Milestones in my mommyhood. (The Boy had a Milestone of his own, but that'll be another post, soon.)
Big Moment Number One:
At twenty months, one week and six days, The Baby, my very last baby ever, climbed out of her crib for the first time. I was cleaning in the kitchen and all of a sudden I hear the most delighted baby shriek as The Bunny ran down the hall, "OUTTA BED! DA BED! OUTTA DA BED!"
Oh, but was she pleased with herself. I could hardly stand to send her back, she was so full of pride at her accomplishment.
Of course, being a good helicopter parent, I had to document the occasion. Plus, I just wanted to know how in the world she'd managed to climb out. My girl, she is chubby. Her legs, they are stubby. Her crib mattress sits on the lowest setting, and has been that way since she could stand.
So, I grabbed my trusty Flip and recreated the scene of the crime.
And, that word she's saying, right before "I hold it"? It is "candy." Because I had to bribe her to climb out again. With Pez. I know, I've been shortlisted for Mother of the Year.