And then she grew into a baby. A chubby, dimple-y little thing, who feels so different from the tiny, curled-up peanut our midwife handed me just a few months ago.
She loves her brother and her bath and her bird mobile. She would go naked all day, every day if we let her. She smiles and goos, and her head still smells amazing even though she's getting more hair now.
And speaking of her head, she can hold it up pretty well these days.
I can't decide if it's a good thing or not, but I care so little about milestones this time. With the Kid it seemed like it would be forever before he would crawl or eat solids, but with her I know that will all be happening before I can blink.
She doesn't seem interested in rolling over, she likes to be sat up--other than that, meh, she's happy and healthy. That--along with her delightful baby fat rolls--is good enough for me.