My big girl, my sweet, sweet child.
These pictures are already a month old and every day she looks more and more like a big girl, than my little baby. I love her wild, fluffy hair, and her expressive little face. Like me, this kid will not be good at poker. You know how she’s doing with out saying a word.
We adventure every weekend and explore together. She’s a sea of words, and questions, and energy. We snuggle in to watch “Stella and Sam” and we sing at the top of our lungs on drives. She is my favorite road trip pal, and as long as we have snacks and a park nearby, she is more than happy to go anywhere. We play play dough when the weather is too poor to go out, and I love watching her tiny little hands with their soft dimples roll the dough in to various shapes.
On the feeding front, we’re considering her weaned from her g-tube, but will be keeping it in for another few months. She’s growing like a weed; 3 feet or so now and is a bean pole.
She never ceases to amaze me, this wild-child of mine. My heart is full.
Yours in mommaness,