I really suck at blogging apparently. In my defense, Mac only catnaps for maybe 30 minutes at a time. That’s usually enough time for me to use the bathroom, grab a snack and check Facebook before she is up and ready to eat again. I can’t complain though because overall she rocks.

So, because I haven’t been seen on here in a while, this may get long. Who knows until I get going, right? Mac will turn 6 months next week and I feel like time has absolutely flown by. I guess that tends to happen when my day is broken up into routinized two-hour chunks.

Like my title states, I spend a lot of time changing diapers and playing with a happy baby. Mac thinks it is especially funny when I have to change a gross diaper. She gets her sick, twisted humor from her father.

And maybe it’s just me who gets this tired, but once I woke up in the middle of the night and I was incredibly thirsty. I keep a bottle of water next to my bed for these times. So I took a big long drink, but I wasn’t quite done. As I waited to take another drink, I somehow dozed off and woke up because I dumped the entire bottle of water all over the bed, myself, and a little on Andrew as well. Mac is actually a really good sleeper, so I’m not sure why my body was so tired that night.
Mac is bound and determined to not be a baby anymore. Which half of me is okay with because I was worried about missing milestones when I went back to work. Turns out she is going to hit most of them before I go back. I still have a month before I start back at school. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was walking, talking, and starting to potty train herself before then at the rate she is going.

Ralph is torn between wanting Mac to play with him and running away from her because he is scared she will grab his tail. I don’t blame him, but sometimes if feels like he is taunting her with his tail…

Mac doesn’t necessarily enjoy helping with the housework. I tell her tough nuts, maybe she should nap more.

She is starting her purse obsession early. Have bag, will travel.

Sometimes we swim in her blow up pool. She likes it, but doesn’t understand what all of the fuss is about. I agree. An hour of setup, changing into swimsuits, preparing towels, and getting lukewarm water in there all for 20 minutes of splashing. Motherhood is ridiculous. Btw, this thing had 6 separate blow up holes. I spent another half hour of setup time just blowing up all of the components by mouth. That’s why instead of deflating it, it lives in our entryway.

Just one more picture of the beautiful, happy reason I am loving motherhood.