Today our dear girl is two months old. Party!
She now succeeds in those areas that mark her as ours, part of the human tribe. She laughs, cries, gets mad, makes pithy conversation, engages, loves, tests, seeks, sings, and most of all she grows! She has added two inches to her length, and a bit over two pounds. Those features that started out so comically large on her tiny head are now encompassed by a bounty of cheeks and chins. She is delighted by the antics of her big brother, a feeling that is more than reciprocated. She is fascinated by big beards and whimsical sounds, and is yet fearless in water. She floats, enraptured, on her back in the bath and more often is a very tolerant and interested taker of showers. She applies herself to meals with a will and zeal that is arresting to behold, taking to breast or bottle with equal vim. Big brother cannot wait until the day that he can feed her by himself. Best of all, she only cries when she has a good reason to, though it behooves one to watch out when she does. This girl does nothing by halves.
To celebrate today, a story in pictures with her wee mousie, Celeste, that great-Auntie Kristin brought over from France and which is so far the only toy she has any interest in:
Happy day, Little Miss, and no rush with the growing up! You're pretty irresistible just as you are.