The past two weeks have brought a lot of change to 1001 Douglas Trail. It amazes me how that kid changes daily! Two weeks ago, she did not have a tooth and she was not mobile.
Fast forward to now and BAM! It's all happening. Again, I said something last night that I never imagined coming out of my mouth: "Hazel, stop biting Nacho. It is not nice to bite the kitty". Really?
Everyday there is something new to play with, explore, discover. Her constant need to make noise is quite entertaining (maybe not to Ben so much), especially early in the morning.
Our morning routine is fairly static. I hit the alarm starting at 530 am for about 30 minutes, not wanting to get out of bed. Somewhere between 530 and 630, Hazel wakes up. She's usually content in her crib by herself for sometimes up to an hour. She crawls around her crib, poking at everything, playing with her monkey lights and talks to her owls.
The other morning, she was extremely animated in her conversation with her owls. To the point becoming a screech owl herself. Ben and I laid in bed, laughing over her apparent excitement this morning.
We got up after a few minutes and went in the room to say good morning...
And there she was, sitting up in her crib, looking at us with the largest, gummiest baby grin I have ever seen....and two of her owl friends in her hands.
If Hazel could talk, I'm pretty sure she would have said "After 9 months of staring at these damn owls, I FINALLY got them! Muwah HA HA HA HA!"
That kid was so proud of herself.
And doubly proud this morning when she got another one down. I think it's time to move the mobile up.
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