a room of her own

boundaries are just out of reach

After 10 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days, Lil finally has her own room... more or less. Instead of sharing with Mama and Papa, she now rooms with Papa's computer, record collection, and some books. But she has enough space to sleep, get dressed, read a story, and crawl around. Mama and Papa stood by as Lil explored her new space, and we held our breath waiting for Lil to break something, or possibly herself. There's still a few less-than-safe areas (under the desk), but for now they're simply blockaded with a box and a chair. 

I hope there's enough room left to work in the "office."

Lil's layered look was inspired by the brisk chill that's finally graced our fair city. Her fall dress is beefed up with an organic cotton onesie, and the ruffled argyle BabyLegs are covering a pair of knit tights. Since there's no sign of snow (yet), Lil is still able to sport a pair of Fancy Nancy MaryJanes from Cousin Jos. We are still looking for some good first-walker snow boots. I still have no idea how one learns to walk on icy sidewalks. Anyone know if they make baby-sized crampons?

meet Godz-lil-a

busy hands

As Lil nears her first birthday, it feels like a change is brewing. She's louder, faster, more awake, and into everything. I half expect her to transform into a teenager any day now. She barely even lets me dress her, and I'm sure it's because she disagrees with my style. At home, she's always got something in her hands, her mouth, or all over the floor. A constant trail of destruction follows her these days.

disaster strikes

I suppose it takes some time getting used to the mess, the attitude, the budding sense of style, the forming sense of self. It's full steam ahead on the road to Lil the girl. But along the way, we're gonna have to tangle with Lil the monster.

"screeeeech!"

(Does that make me Momthra?)