She's getting fat rolls around her thighs. Can I tell you how delightful that is? I just wanna squeeze them all the time.
And she loves it when someone just talks to her. (Her new daycare teacher noticed that right on the first day. It made me feel like she was paying good attention, because that's my Little Miss to a "T".)
She's not quite sitting up yet--sorta doing the weeble-wobble thing--but she can roll over from front to back. I'm calling it her, "F this tummy-time bullshit" move. (I'm also marveling that, by some miracle, the Kid has not yet picked up his mama's spicy word choices.)
And her eyes. When her Grammy was here last week she nicknamed her "Little Dancing Eyes". Much more poetic than my usual pet name for her, which--for the record on appeal--is "Peanut Butter".
Has anyone else in the history of the world ever had such a pretty, clever, happy little daughter? I'll smile and nod with you if you suggest your own, to be sure, but I'm all in for this Little Miss.
I'm trying not to be overly sentimental about it, but I think Sweet Husband and I are both a little extra aware that a) this is our last baby and b) the time will go so fast. It makes her baby sweetness all the more so.