- Maya Angelou
+ You are such a happy baby. We are told this by strangers, family members, co-workers- you get the point. You smile big, watermelon-slice, smiles. You give away coy, flirty smirks. You are so thoroughly endearing. Yet, you are a contemplative little lady too- as seen above. It always seems there is a secret world of wondering going on in your mind.
+ You are a thumb-sucker. You have become a downright pro at the motor skill of bringing your hand to your mouth and you self-sooth like a champ.
+ You have fallen in love with your little lamb blanket lovey. You hold it, rub it on your face, suck on the silk edging, and hug it as you fall asleep on our long drive home from work. I love that you love it- it was a gift from Babah when she found out you were growing inside me and the embroidered "bless this child" words are my prayer every time I lay it across your lap.
+ You have gotten so strong- holding your head up, locking your knees and standing on my lap, lifting your legs more than any Pilates instructor.You haven't rolled over but that's entirely my fault- I love holding you too much and you haven't gotten all that much tummy time in which to discover rolling.
+ Your dad has taken to calling you "miss." I love overhearing the discourse: "well hello miss," "really miss," "is that so, miss?"
+ You make us laugh! You bring us so much joy. In my most overwhelmed or achy-sad moments, you remind me of my center. You are the most wonderful gift. I am obsessed with you.