Our peanut turned nine months old yesterday.
NINE MONTHS, people.
And yes, I affectionately call her peanut. Or stinky. Those are her two nick-names. Why? Because when she was born =, she was a mere 5 lbs. 1 oz. – barely larger than a peanut. Plus, sometimes she smells like poo-poo.
Thus, the nick-names.
Stinky. And peanut.
This is what peanut used to look like:
So sweet. So wittle. So pwecious.
Now, she looks like this:
She weighs a million pounds, eats anything you feed her, pulls herself up on things, and has four(ish) teeth.
And even though I didn't think it was humanly possible, I love her more and more each day.
That being said, I would like to declare a fact.