9 months of peanut.

Our peanut turned nine months old yesterday.


NINE MONTHS, people.


And yes, I affectionately call her peanut.  Or stinky.  Those are her two nick-names.  Why?  Because when she was born =, she was a mere 5 lbs. 1 oz. - barely larger than a peanut.  Plus, sometimes she smells like poo-poo.


Thus, the nick-names.


Princess?  No.


Angel?  No.


Stinky.  And peanut.


This is what peanut used to look like:

So sweet.  So wittle.  So pwecious.


Now, she looks like this:

She weighs a million pounds, eats anything you feed her, pulls herself up on things, and has four(ish) teeth.


And even though I didn't think it was humanly possible, I love her more and more each day.


That being said, I would like to declare a fact. 

Fact:  Being a Mom is the most specialist, most wonderfulist thing ever.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to convince my husband that it's time for another baby.  Again.

Haven't we had this conversation before? 

Good day.