Day Thirteen Hundred and Thirty-Two

The P90feet

So we didn't do much Cinco de Mayo-ing yesterday.

The only beer in the fridge was a heavy dark one and I didn't have any taco seasoning. 

(Yes, I'm allowed to drink an occasional beer. It actually helps with my milk supply!)

In any case, there was no beer. No tacos. No celebrations.

Just me and my MillieGirl.

Which actually, is celebration enough for me. Gosh I love her. 

We laid low instead.

Worked out.

I p90x'd...she p90zzzzzzzz'd.

Only, it's really distracting to workout while watching your baby sleep right in front of you.

I couldn't help but stop to take pictures when she moved. Yes, I'm obsessed. But c'mon! How could I not be when she does things like this?! Her feet kill me. They're the cutest little extremities I've ever seen. Even though they're like, way big. Which only means she'll be tall. And that, we like! 

I just love those little toesies...

And that little chunky face.

What I don't love, though, is that I had to move her up a size in diapers yesterday. Size 2 already!

With blowouts happening more often than I'd like, it had to be done. And it makes me so sad because she's growing up so fast!