Today our little girl turned 6 months old. You know, everybody and their mother literally tells you that this time will go so fast and that you need to savor each and every moment. And, at those times, you nod and smile and think, yes, well, you weren’t up with her all night last night and you didn’t change 5 diapers in the last 2 hours and it doesn’t happen to you. But then, one day you go from cradling her in your hand to holding her in both arms to watching her sit up on her own and you realize that it did happen to you. And all you have is picture and video to remember those moments because your brain, marvelous little organ that it is, is incapable of conjuring the possibility of your baby growing this quickly.
I wouldn’t change a single moment of parenthood thus far. She’s been wonderful and she’s been fussy, but I’ve loved her for every moment. And, I know that C. feels the same way. She blows bubbles now, which is her favorite thing to do. And she is sitting up on her own and she seems likes she’s just 14 seconds from hitting the ground with both feet and running off. So, my plan,
for the next 6 months is to savor every moment. To enjoy the time she spends in my arms, to experience life on her level, to see the world through her eyes. Let’s see if my poor brain can keep up.
In other news, I believe that winter may have finally come to the Ohio Valley. This morning as I was taking the munchkin to daycare, the slight rain was a little icier both in temperature and consistency. I guess that means that baseball season is almost over and it will be dark and gloomy until at least March.
See you in the funny papers!