{update}: big trouble for me

So, I have a baby crocidile. If you get your hand anywhere near her little mouth, she will snap at you and try and bite you. That actually isn't why I'm in big trouble, even though you would think that would be a bit of a problem (and it can be when she trys to bite everyone and everything...). My trouble is that my child fussed and fussed and fussed at me today. She was fed, changed, warm, everything. I was checking my e-mail and some other things bouncing her in her bouncy chair and she was fussing and fussing and fussing. I was even talking to her the entire time, confused as to why she was fussing. Finally, I picked her up and laid her facing me on my chest and asked her what was wrong. She proceded to look me straight in the eye, two inches from my face and tell me a story for a solid 3 minutes-estatic to have my undivided attention. And this was a story-no doubt about it. She had all the inflection and drama that a good story would have. After the story she was content to merely look at things around her and tell me about all of them, and was certainly not ok with being put down to explain all this. Once she had my attention, she wasn't about to give it up! And this is why I'm in trouble. I reproduced...and we got another me...

{update}: paisley, among other things

Paisley has discovered her voice. We have gone from a happy quiet baby that sleeps often, to a wide awake baby who whines and talks always. always. she must make noise. Unfortunately for Jon (the mother figure in our family) this is his absolute top pet peeve, and close to the top of my list as well. The gurgles and sighs and trills are cute and fun, it's the continual uh-uh-uh-uh whine that can bring us to a snapping point. We're thinking that she just likes to make noise and hear the sound of her own voice (Jon says she is so much like me already it's scary). She has decided that she wants to sit up, by herself and no longer enjoys the recline of the boucy chair, and the bumbo is too confining (did I forget to mention that she can't yet sit up by herself? She can't, but she wants to). So to sum it up, she is growing and progressing far too fast and healthy and wonderful as can be. We love her, growling continual whine and all. Work is hard. It's long. I logged around 55 hours last week and I'm glad to have a day off. I have to keep reminding myself that black friday is on friday and its all downhill from there. Jon is so done with school. I think we've both reached a breaking point and fortunately the end is in sight. I hope.