Babyzilla

 I've come up with my new name for Korbyn, "babyzilla."  Everyone always tells me how fat she is!  But trust me, I'm not a mom who is going to put my kid on a restricted diet when they aren't even a year old because I'm worried that she's too fat, I LOVE her rolls :)  and I'm usually the one poking fun at her about being so chunky.

The other day I was going through her drawers and I have tops and bottoms up to 12 months together and I happened to pick up a pair of blue jean shorts and looked at them and thought "huh...these look like they could fit her now" and I looked at the tag and they were 9 months so I thought well surely not, but then again they really look like what she could wear now.  So I tried them on her and they were already snug!  I had to tug and pull her little butt into those things, but I was bound and determined to at least get one wear out of them!  So after that I started going through all of her clothes and it's like she completely missed an entire size!  She's not even five months and 9 month clothes are too tiny.  I don't know what I'm going to do because I planned for her to be in summer clothes when she's in 6-9 months and now it looks like she'll be in 12 months by summer!  And that means all she has to wear is pants in that size...I'm going to have to go re-shopping, darn ;)  But I guess that's something that you really can't plan on. 

 For instance, the top that she's wearing in this picture is 6-12 months and it fits her perfectly if not a little on the small side (I had to keep pulling it down) and the leggings are 9 months, and they actually fit her like leggings, nice and tight! 

 I think this is only the second picture that I've taken with her!  How sad!  But even looking back at my baby pictures, the mom is always the one behind the camera not in front.

 This is her new swing that we got for her at the house.  We've been in it almost every evening since we got it, she absolutely loves it!  It was so funny because the first couple of times I pushed her kind of faster she would hold her breath and it reminded me of someone going down a roller coaster for the first time, that feeling of losing your stomach, but she still ate it up.

The weekend must have caught up with her.  Sunday afternoon I laid her down at 11:30 a.m. and she didn't get up until 3:30!  She actually did wake up crying at 1:30, I knew it was because she was hungry because she was supposed to eat at 12:30 so I gave her a bottle and she went back to sleep without even opening her eyes one time.  Poor baby, lil' party animal!