My sweet girl is nine months and almost a week. I have been totally remiss is journaling her little life. I can't go back, but I can stop today and make some notes:
four teeth, fast little crawler, she hangs on to furniture or the exersaucer, but isn't cruising yet although she does lots of squats and is very steady. Won't be long.
Happy, happy girl who plays happily, takes good naps (usually in Timmy's arms) but nurses all night in my arms! Her occasional fussy times are solved by siblings singing, or in a pinch listening to Danny Kaye sing. Timmy sings a song from Mulan, something about making a man out of you. Lol! But it comforts her. :-)
Clare is responsible for dressing the baby every morning. She loves picking the perfect outfit. It's more fun the days we put disposable diapers on because her little pants fit better. But she is allergic to the disposable so she mostly lives in cloth. They all pitch in to change her even in cloth diapers.
She thinks Thomas is the funniest thing, even when he gets a little too loving and has her in a choke hold. (Not really, but close!)
She isn't eating yet. Unless you count books. Yes, I'm just too lazy. Maybe after the wedding.
Still can't get over her. Really. I may get close to it around 3am, but even then I thank God for his generosity.
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