Dear Molly

My dearest Miss Molly Jane,

Thank you for waking up in the midst of a poo-splosion at 4:00am. One that required changing your clothes AND your sheets. Thank you for then deciding that you would need a little somthing in your tummy before you would even consider going back to sleep. And finally, thank you for laying in your bed and having a VERY LOUD conversation with yourself until approximately 5:25am, (not that I was watching the clock praying for sleep or anything). I'm sure whatever it was you were discussing, (most likely railing at the injustice of being put back to bed) was extremely important. I was especially thankful when my alarm went off at 5:45.
I'm sure that when you are 13 and want nothing to do with me I'll yearn for the days when you were completely dependent on me, so this morning I am choosing to be thankful.
Love,
Mommy
p.s. This post was written without an ounce of sarcasm.

Almost 8 Months

Hello there! So it's been a while since I got around to posting an update, but things have been quite busy around here. Molly got tubes put into her ears, then she got really sick with a respiratory infection, then we had some major ice damming and our house has been under construction for 2 weeks.

I'll post a more detailed update on what's going on with Molly these days when she turns 8 months next weeks, but for now here are some pictures I've taken recently. Oh yeah, and she's still really flippin' cute!

Finally, a good shot of those pearly whites.

Daddy picked out her St. Patrick's Day outfit, it says I'm a McCutie.

She has lots of fancy toys, but really likes tupperware lids.

Important talks with Daddy.

She's big enough to hold her own bottle, and will stop mid meal to smile for the camera.

Yucky breathing treatments!

Excuse me Molly, you're supposed to be sleeping!

Watching Harvey provides hours of entertainment. No one can get her to giggle quite like he can.

The little monkey likes to climb on everything.

My fancy Juicy Couture outfit from Uncle Tom.