Evidence the baby is just a more expensive puppy:

I often whistle and yell, "Come here, girl!" She crawls excitedly towards me as fast as she can to lick my sweat after a work-out. She pants. She prefers to eat crap from the floor. We play fetch. I throw shit, in hopes that she'll go after it to give me a few seconds to pee or brush my hair. She wags her tongue. Destroying toilet paper is her favorite! And shoes, shoes, shoes. She crawls around the house with socks dangling from her mouth. She'll find a quiet corner and poop. The whining -- that's the worst. And man, all the slobber.

Then one day she starts to stand and talk and that's one advanced puppy.

She's been good practice for when we decide to get a dog, whom I will fully consider our second and last child. I could add a million cute pictures to illustrate this post, but I should exercise more restraint when posting baby photos online. 

I came up with a good idea. I just need to find the time to do it. We've been terrible about writing in Felicity's baby book, but I have taken thousands of photos. I've been pretty good about saving and printing them. I want to write a children's books starring Felicity for her to keep in lieu of a traditional baby book. If something is boring, I have trouble committing to doing it, but this project sounds fun and I'm eager for creative outlets while I wait for employment. The Baby Who Thought She Was a Puppy, might be the title of one of the home made books. It also bums me out to think that Felicity will have no memory of this year and next. She has a blast most days and I love watching her learn and grow. I get emotional thinking that these memories are my own and she won't remember the times we've shared. So that's another book idea, sharing all the things I won't forget. Plus, she loves looking at photos of herself, selfie baby. We have two and half months before she's one. But if I don't get around to it, just kidding, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph.