7 months of mommyhood

That's right. Lyric is officially 7 months. That means I've kept her thriving for over half a year. I'm good, what can I say?

In the past month or so I've seen a dramatic change in my daughter. I used to be a little scared to take her out in public, not because she's embarrassing or has warts on her face or anything, but because she had the tendency to get fussy and I used to be one of those childless people who wanted to jump off a cliff when someone's baby started screaming in public. Now that I'm a mom, when I hear a baby crying in public, my immediate reaction is that I want to help. But I restrain myself because if I ran to pick up a screaming baby that wasn't mine, I'd probably get myself beat up. People tend to dislike when strangers touch their baby. I should know.

These days when we go out, Lyric is all smiles. She's such a charmer. And a flirt! We went to Target the other day, and all my old co-workers were there, so we stopped and said hi to everyone. She was grinning ear to ear and showing off her teeth the whole time.

Tonight I will take her to a Catholic church for the first time ever. If my grandmother was alive, she'd probably smack me because I haven't had Lyric baptized. Then she'd smack me because I'm no longer Catholic. Anyway, we're not going for mass, but for a wedding rehearsal that Ryan is a part of. He's doing a reading, and I find that funny, because he's not Catholic, never has been, and is not even vaugely religious. Yesterday he bought a sticker for our van that says "what would Ozzy do?" Seriously. But tomorrow is a Catholic wedding and that will be the test for my girl. If she can hold out during that, she might be able to bring about world peace. We'll see.