My sweet baby G is 6 months old today. I can’t believe half a year has passed since she joined our family. Milestones are rushing past, not unnoticed, unrecognized, or uncelebrated. Too quickly though, it seems. (As far as we’re planning) She is our last. Every day she grows, and it’s both beautiful and bittersweet. Our baby season is in it’s final leg.
It doesn’t help that she’s straight crazy! Rolling, sitting up, and now crawling within weeks of each other. CRAWLING!!! Absurd! She’s so tiny, especially compared to her beastly siblings, and looks completely out of place crawling around. She’s started eating, and so far has enjoyed what she’s tasted (including pickle and chocolate Timbit which her sister, lovingly, shared! Oy!) She has her own little attitude now, and has found her extra-loud voice. G also loves laughing with her siblings. They get started and she gets right into it.
Baby G is just this sweet little ball of Christmas Elf. Teeny tiny, perfect eyelashes, and Tin Tin hair. She’ s a Sprite! Pure and happy and wild. Perched on a daisy, praying for the adventure of rain.