said dada yesterday? and let me take a shower and put on makeup this morning? and can now roll over onto her tummy on purpose (but then gets stuck cuz she can’t on purpose roll back, very much)?
that’s right, my kid.
it kinda sucks that she said dada first. i don’t think that i can count “boo-mum” as her saying my name first, so dr. daddy wins this one. but we’ll see how much longer she says dada in reference to me, than him!
it seems to really mean anything that she’s enjoying at the moment: a wet facecloth, me making funny faces in the mirror or giving her kisses when she’s playing with a (clean) diaper while she’s getting a bum change.
also, i did get the job. i am aprehensive. okay, honestly, i’m turned off by the lackadasical attitude they have. they never called me back for a second interview – i just happened to be in the store and then after my rental was finished, the manager was like, “well, we might as well do this now…we’d like to take you on board” and then proceeded to talk about how they would like me to work 20 hours next week.
17.5 of them, when i would need a babysitter. i don’t have a babysitter. BUT, he also said that if i needed to, i could start after march the 1st, since my schedule is dependant on zoë and they are crazy busy with meetings, etc…
we’ll see.
