sometimes... she's just not the little lady i hoped for.

she is a learning machine these days. she takes e v e r y t h i n g in.

she learned to clap and wave with little to no instruction. she's pretty much a modern day genius [minus the no crawling thing]. then she goes and pulls this shit.

EXCUSE ME, who taught you this?!

she thinks it is hilarious, her father and i... not so much. its her new favorite thing to do in public.

when you go to push her hand away and say "ewww, vegas... that's nasty", she DOES IT AGAIN. i thought they didn't start being dirty little kids for a few more years?

here she is doing it at lowes. she has no modesty.

sorry for the craptastic quality [well, they could be worse], but she only does it when i have my droid handy.

my child #!&% in the tub.

yes, that totally happened last night.

and i went all "mommy mode" and reached in and grabbed the nugget WITH MY BARE HAND! did you hear that?! no kitty litter scooper in sight [but that would require me to have a cat, and ew]. i didn't want my child floating around the tub with her water baby turd.

i thought i would be lucky enough to bypass this special stage in most childrens life, but big fat fail. at 7.75 months old, she has broke me. BROKE me i tell ya!

to be completely honest, i wouldn't reach in and pull my own poop out of the tub. i hope she feels lucky.

i was thisclose to taking a picture, but i figured that wasn't so much of a kodak moment that i want to stick in her baby book.

post summary: [my child is gross, my hand has magical powers and poop is still not cute even floating in two inches of water.]