She can sit up, as long as she's on a surface soft enough to crash into when she inevitably face-plants.
She loves her food. LOVES. (Except for spinach, which makes her look at me like I'm trying to poison her.)
She's starting to babble something that sounds suspiciously like "dada", but I refuse to believe it. (These children of mine--sigh!)
But her most defining characteristic is that she is happy. Happy to be trucked along on the family adventure of the day. Happy to giggle at her brother. Happy to snuggle with mom and dad. Happy to play with her toys.
I don't know why or how, but I've given birth to a go-with-the-flow little lady. Not a day goes by that I don't bless my good fortune at her drool-y grins.
[Knitted onesie is discussed here. Flower crown c/o my dear friend Kim!]