Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!

Lots of new things going on here. We sold our lair and are currently hunting for a new abode. It has been relatively stressful, but I think we're coping just fine considering that we were outbid on a beautiful house. That's OK. We ended up bidding on another beautiful home. Good problems to have, right?

Baby Bear is going to be 7 months on Monday. I cannot believe I have a 7 month old! And she is awesome. I think the sun shines out of her ass. I really do. This past week she has been up on all fours and has mastered the fine art of sitting independently. Now when she sits on the couch she grabs the arm rest and peers over it like she might find lost treasure. All very exciting things.

I'm still breastfeeding and still loving it. Especially since Baby Bear has zero teeth. She still knows how to bite me. I don't love her any less for it, but man oh man does it really hurt. I think I actually cried once.

She's still waking up during the night about 75% of the time to eat. I'm OK with it since she's so petite. If I had a 20 lb chunker (like so many of my friends do) I would probably tell her to roll over and go back to bed. I don't know, maybe it's the oxytocin high, but I really don't mind it. There's something so precious about snuggling in the wee hours of the morning and watching her eat with her eyes closed. She's so calm and sleepy and sweet. Which is a little different from the nosey, distracted, albeit sweet 7 month old that I feed during daylight hours. Soon enough she will be scrambling to get off of my lap. Before you know it, she'll be screaming at me about how much she hates me because I won't let her wear something or do something and I'll be looking back wistfully at those 3 AM feedings, right?