Silly baby

I love my baby. Don't get me wrong. But sometimes I worry about her.

Is she suicidal? Does she not care about the bumps on her head?

Look at her, she wants to climb onto the end table. I didn't get any pictures of her almost there since I was busy trying to keep her from falling. I let her touch the end table, but not actually get on it. I don't want to be one of those parents that crush their kids dreams, but there has to be limits. You don't just roll around on end tables. It isn't normal.

This morning she told me off in her adorable little baby language. She wanted to launch herself off of the bed head first and I wouldn't let her.

Sean took me out to see Watchmen and have a nice Lillian-less dinner. The food was wonderful. Having a night out makes you appreciate having the baby around that much more. You miss all of the cuddles and smiles and freaking out because she pulled herself up, but hasn't figured out how to get back down yet.