7 months | 1 month
+ 4:45 am. I mean, who doesn't love waking up at 4:45 am? (HINT IT'S ME)
+ Grabbing my face. At 4:45 am.
+ Dad. When he walks in the room, she looks at him like he's a celebrity. For reference, when I walk into the room she smiles and then says the baby equivalent of HUBBA HUBBA and starts trying to take off my shirt. AT 4:45 am.
+ Smacking. If she's ever smiling in a picture, it's probably because I was smacking.
+ Also, everything. She pretty much loves everything.
+ Waiting too long to eat. I get it -- I mean, have you ever had to wait in line for brunch? As Mindy Kaling once said, Hell is waiting in line for brunch.
+ The supermoon. Or maybe she loves it? Either way, she did NOT want to sleep that night.
+ The first 10 seconds of being in a new position.
The four stages of bath time: anger, joy, VOGUE, VOGUE.
+ When you blow in her face, she smiles in a way that can only be described as coy, and bats her eyelashes like she's a model in front of a wind machine.
+ Petting the dog. And by that I mean petting the dog, and then clutching his fur in her tiny fist, and then pulling out hundreds of tiny hairs, and then sprinkling them around the house.
+ She knows where all plugs and wires are at all times. Looking for your phone charger? Dalia will find it in 10 seconds flat. That usb cord you stored away knowing you might need it someday? Hire Dalia to track it down.
+ When you come into her room in the morning and turn on the light, she blinks in surprise... and then faceplants.
+ Roo Roo, short for Dalia Ruth
+ Booger, because why not?
+ Silly Goosenik because... too many hours of watching The Americans? Who knows.
If I were to write a memoir about this time I'd call it:
Mama Needs Her Hair Back or We All Smell Like Cottage Cheese