i came, i saw, i corn-quered.

I'm not sure how to translate that into Latin...

It took five days for me to do this post. Seriously. It's in direct correlation with my ever-expanding waistline. Thank you, pending baby, for making me the laziest mama-blogger on the planet. Poor Lil. She's constantly showing off her adorable new skills and Mama just sits there and says, "good job, Lil." No cameras, no uploads, no new posts. The guilt is overwhelming, I can assure you. 

Getting on with it– Lil can now eat corn on the cob! This is a huge milestone for us. I didn't expect Lil to chomp any c.o.t.c until next summer at the earliest. I am pretty sure this is NYS corn (not that bastard sweetcorn from PA) which may explain her sudden lust for our favorite summer side dish.

It's safe to say she found it quite nummy. I think the only thing that would've made her happier is a chocolate cupcake. In my opinion, it's a toss-up.

the aftermath

lil baller

Lil really likes throwing things. Stuffed animals are launched from her crib at least once a day, and Mama was struck in the head by a rogue lemon last week. It's a miracle I walked away without a bruise. Lil will also throw herself on the floor in a fit of despair from time to time. What she really loves to throw is this wool dryer ball that we used at our old place when adding fluff to the laundry was important. Now it's the perfect Lil-sized ball, firm enough to get a good grip, but soft enough not to damage Mama or any of the household items. Everyday Lil's arm gets stronger and more accurate. Most impressive is the fact that she'll wait to throw until the count of three...

I wonder how small of a baseball glove I can find. Shoulda looked in Cooperstown...