Our little 7 month daredevil

Jordyn is a mover and a shaker! I can't believe how all over the place she is. Scott and I are constantly in amazement with how fast she is, and how she is able to climb anything. While at daycare, if there is another baby in her path, she doesn't take the time to go around... nope... our little angel goes up and over, making that poor other baby Jordyn roadkill. It doesn't matter that she is the smallest baby at daycare, I honestly believe that she is the toughest.

This last weekend, Jordyn started pulling herself up on furniture and standing. She now absolutely loves to stand and will use anything near her as support to get up. It doesn't matter if it's the couch, the dog, or another baby, if it's nearby, Jordyn is going to use it to push up on. Her new skill of standing officially scares me to death because I'm not sure she knows that she can't walk. If she sees something that she wants while standing, she'll just let go and tumble to the ground.

My baby is growing up so fast, and I'm just trying to drink in every moment.

As she grows, she is becoming more and more fun. I love watching her and Scott play together. She absolutely lights up when Daddy is around, and it is the most adorable thing in the world to watch. While I might complain about about his lack of night support, I really can't complain about the type of father he is. The other day I was watching the two of them play peek-a-boo, both Scott and Jordyn were crawling around the living room furniture and Scott would jump out and yell "PEEK-A-BOO!" Every time, Jordyn would startle, jump up in the air and then start laughing hysterically. I could have watched them for hours, it was so cute.

Jordyn is just about 7 months now... she has two teeth, is crawling, eating baby food and some solids, and now she's pulling herself up and standing. She's growing up so fast!

On the move... thank God for Starbucks

Baby girl is on the move! Just when we thought that we had this whole parenting thing down pat, she throws us this curve ball and changes our whole world up.

Jordyn has now been officially crawling for about 2 weeks. My new life's mission has become doing everything I can to protect Jordyn from herself. I vacuum everyday, I scour the house for tiny choking hazards, I'm yelling at the dog to "Go to bed" so she doesn't get stepped on, I'm constantly redirecting her attention away from the dog food, chords, and munching on the throw rugs... it's a work out. Scott and I now have a fixed baby gate at the top of the stairs, which our dog absolutely hates.

We have a very active girl, and she can easily make it across the room in a blink of an eye. She definitely keeps us on her toes. I can only imagine what life will be like when she's walking. It all makes me very nervous. Please don't get me wrong, I'm excited for each and every mile stone that she hits, it's just scary. I know the stumbles and falls are coming, and I promise to be there to kiss every boo-boo, but I just don't know if I'm ready yet.

In other big girl news, she is sleeping through the night in her own crib. Thank the lord! I can't believe what a zombie I've been for the last few months. I don't know how other families do it, but I've been the only person to get up with her in the middle of the night since she's been born. Yes, there were times in the very beginning when Scott needed to wake up and hand her to me since I simply couldn't bend over and grab her while recovering from a C-section. But, since the day Scott went back work, it's been 100% me at night, and it's definitely taken it's toll. I've spent 100's of dollars at Starbucks... thank God for Starbucks! I'm sure many people around me have been less than pleased with my attitude due to my lack of patience and energy. Sorry to those that I've offended, but I've been silently losing my mind for the last couple of months.

Working a full time job and being a mom is hard. Props to the other women in the world who make it look easy. I just don't think there are enough hours in the day to be a good mom, a good wife, a good friend, and a good employee. And don't even think about time for myself, "Me time" doesn't exist. In the end, everything suffers except being a good mom. I refuse to let that suffer. And while I feel like I've made great strives towards finding a better balance between everything, I don't know if I'll ever have it figured out. We've made more time lately for "date nights" and I've made it a point to see my friends more often, but there are definitely days when I struggle just to get out of bed. Every morning when my alarm goes off, I hit snooze and think of the things I can cut out of my routine so that I can sleep just a little bit longer... "I can go another day without washing my hair," "I don't really need to wear makeup today," "I can skip breakfast," it's really pathetic.

I am not complaining by all means, and I hate to sound like I am. I guess for me, the biggest challenge of motherhood is just finding the time and the energy to work full time and still be supermom. In a perfect world, I'd win the lotto and stay at home with my little princess so that I could enjoy every minute of her childhood and not miss a thing. Things would get done around the house and projects would get finished. Maybe someday, but until then a good portion of my paycheck will be going to Starbucks.