I realize posting has been sparse lately. Had a lot on my mind, and seem to be going through a few days of extreme exhaustion/hunger. I can only assume Baby: The Sequel is growing some new brain cells or something, and taking everything he can from Mama.

EVERYTHING. Man, I'm assuming I must have been this exhausted with Iz, but I don't remember it. At this time last year, I was close to the exact same phase of pregnancy (minus a few weeks), we'd literally just moved to Mission and I was still shuttling back and forth between Mission and Kits trying to get all our boxes moved over. I remember being tired and kind of depressed, but not like this.

Of course, at the time I wasn't running around after a very mobile almost-9-month old who seems determined to kill herself before her first birthday... so that might have something to do with it. Today alone she managed to fall off the bed (a short fall, as we just have a mattress on the floor), ALMOST fall off the couch (I caught her arm at the last minute and slowed her descent/guided her onto landing on a pillow), and crack her head against approximately 3,000 dense and likely painful objects. She seems no worse the wear for these misadventures, and determined for more.

This child is going to keep me on my toes.

Oh, also, we took her to Canada Day fireworks on July 1st! She was sleeping when we went to the park, so I was worried she'd be scared when she woke up and heard the noise/saw the flashing lights. Not even close. She was grumpy for a while at being woken up, but then seemed to really quite enjoy them, and even smiled while watching them. I think we have an adventurous spirit on our hands.