8 and the gray begins

I am a very proud mother of a 8 month old baby girl Eleanor aka Ellie. She always has me guessing what to do next. In my professional life I actually know what I am doing and can predict the next move to make. However with little Miss Ellie I honestly can admit that I really have no idea some times. Each step of the way I think oh I think I finally got it! I think I actually know what she wants and have fine tuned the art of distraction, feeding with out getting messy myself, and a diaper change in which I do not end up covered in a white paste. And then just as a quickly as a jack rabbit bounces she changes it all up for me again. A new guessing game filled with new sounds that I am pretty sure only my dog can hear, to what can I find on the floor for you mommie, and then topping it off with look what I can do standing up in my crib tricks. I think the expression instead of keeping me on my toes should be changed to keeping me on my belly. It floors me (ha!) how she can find the tiny winniest little items. I swear I just cleaned the floor this morning! Ah I regress...tonight my darling is finally in bed and I am off to a wonderful glass of white wine with my darling.