Where are your pants young lady?

Yesterday Muffin, not only REMOVED her pants for the first time, but then decides to casually toss them out of her crib! She's 9 months old! what the hell? Okay I've gotten past the take your socks off 5 seconds after mommy puts them on trick, at first it was cute, then it was "not" so cute now it's just mildly annoying so on and so forth. I'm sure I will live through this little addition to her bag of tricks also, but the thing that made it so funny was that after she woke up from her nap, did the "mommy, get me the hell out of this crib" howl I ran in on cue, let down the rail, scooped her up, gave her lots of hugs and kisses, I noticed how cold her little legs were, I then thought to myself, wow I must be really tired, not feeling well, a little distracted, of just plain losing it, how could I forget to put on her pants before her nap? after mentally vowing to do better, so Muffin doesn't catch her "death of cold" (that's what my grandmother called it) it's then that  I spy her cute little pants lying peacefully on a stack of stuffed animals right below her crib. Laughing on the inside, partly because, I'm not insane, and I've been spared from the lame moms society this time, and partly because there goes another one of those milestones.....
I told this blurb to her Auntie K. who then reminded me to "be happy it wasn't her diaper, you know that's coming next!"

Okay, Baby Milestones - Slow Down!

Okay, we're clicking the Muffin milestones off a little to fast for mama's liking. Recently I talked about  the independent standing, and starting down that rocky road of finger fed crap snacks (many have tried to convince me that she'll never develop properly if I don't start NOW teaching her how to use her fingers to eat aka dumping out a butt load of cheerios, doritos, tastee-os, etc. and saying "have at it kid") yesterday out of the blue and without provocation Muffin standing in her crib waiting patiently for me to finish cleaning up the explosion of toys, throws out her first wave connected with the appropriate "Hiiiii" granted it was wild flailing of her right arm, but it was most definitely a wave. Later on that morning on her first trip to the science museum, we attended her first film, an IMAX piece about dolphins (i'll never feel the same about my tuna sandwiches again...)    feeling pretty fabulous about her great behavior we took her to a second film later in the afternoon on Van Gogh where she promptly decided to add in her own narration, not crying just chatting along, LOUDLY. Having a wonderful afternoon out with family we came home snapped into her floor level eating seat and started munching on dinner, a mixture of diced carrots and green beans, after eating approx. 3/4 of her food, she, with out any vocal protest, decides that she is finished, she contorts her little body, stands up in the eating seat, throws her little leg over the side, climbs out and crawls away! This is a chair that had previously confined her safely, until I unlatched and released her! Glenn and I couldn't help but laugh in astonishment, we do have a desire to raise a strong, self reliant young lady, but at 9 months - that's really pushing it!
Needless to say my little girl is growing up, and all is as it should be, and I couldn't be happier.... I just didn't think it would go so fast.