Oh, Mummy. You're so silly...

My good friend (YAY!) has finally graduated and got herself a degree in *GASP!* Education (what is this world coming to!? Jusssst kidddding). Anywho, to celebrate, we went out to lunch with the graduate herself, the grad's boyfriend, another good friend (who needs to now have a baby, ahem), and the grad's mummy (If I named them all, would you know who I'm talking about? And if you know who I'm talking about, then you already know so...). It was great, but it felt like it ended on such an abrupt manner. For me it did anyway. So since she was having a few drinks later that night, I thought, "Hm, maybe I can do this! Mayyyybe I can leave the baby asleep for the night with her daddy and go OUT!". Yaaaa-okay. I probably got there about 8:30, 8:40-ish. Had half a Heineken, a glass of water, played some games on my friend's boyfriend's iPhone (stupid AT&T) in between conversations when I wasn't staring at my own phone for a response to my 15th "Is she okay? Is she still sleeping?" text message to the hub or staring at my Squirmy's pictures for the umpteenth time, I gave up on my night out, walked over to CVS to pick up a few things and was home by a quarter past 10. (Almost) 2 hours away from home for me is a long time. Does it count even if I spent 10 minutes of that driving to and from, another 10 minutes at CVS because the line was so stinking long, and a few more at 7-Eleven to pick up a Cola Slurpee? I don't know, but while I was very happy to congratulate my friend in her big fat achievement, I can't say I was all that excited (sorry~) to be there because I was so jittery about leaving Squirmy. I came home to find my baby sleeping in her crib - in the exact same position I left her in *BIG SIGH*. I'm just not cut out for it.

Everyyyything ends up in her mouth these days. I spend a super duper amount of time just cleaning/washing everything she touches, it's unreal... She also spends a great deal of time on her tummy these days. I know I'm the mommy and it just isn't proper to ooh and ahh about my own kid, but I.dun.care. She is mine and she is cute, darnit, and I can say so if I want to.