Months of Willabeastie

My little Willabeast is 9 and a bit months old - she has now been on the outside for the same amount that she was on the inside.  My 7-toothed, long-legged, fair-headed, food-munching, solo-standing child is just the most delightful creature that I have ever had the good fortune to nibble.  She does so much that amuses me - I'm even amused when she's having a total strop (she seriously does this already - often due to not letting her fiddle with the keyboard on my laptop).  I often watch her as she puts blocks in and out and in and out and in and out of containers, and think 'who will you turn out to be?'  I really cannot wait to see how my little beastie turns out.

One of my favs places: the last feed before bed. Bliss.

I have a pot of chicken stock/broth brewing in the crockpot. It is going to slowly brew all night, and all tomorrow and maybe all of tomorrow night as well. I anticipate waking up tomorrow to the gentle waft of chicken yum.

I have made a batch of baby food, bathed the baby, and ironed my clothes for the week.  I declare this weekend to be a success. The only thing left to do is to take to my bed with the newspaper, so that I have some vague chance of reading it before the 'news' is too old to be considered 'news'.