6 months

It's hard to believe the last time I posted anything was the day before I went into the hospital to deliver my baby six months ago. It's even harder to believe so much has changed since then. The transformation that my daughter Keely has undergone in this small timeframe is nothing short of amazing. Every day I look at her I am completely blown away by nearly everything she can do now. I often just watch her in complete awe. She's gone from being a constantly-sleeping, glued-to-my-boob newborn to a delightfully-squealing, hair-grabbing 18lb infant. Just last week she was sort of sitting, holding herself up in a tripod position with her arms. Today, her head still wobbles a little and she leans forward a lot, but she can sit up unassisted now for several seconds, all while chewing and drooling on a toy or whatever else is within her reach. Such progress in less than a week! It both elates and saddens me; I'm happy at her progress but realize how true the "they grow up so fast" saying is, and it makes the corners of my mouth droop downward with pangs of pain. I love her to pieces, though. I kiss her all the time and hold her close to me as often as I can because I know the day will soon come when she'll avoid my hugs and kisses like the plague. For now, I'll just drink in all of her delicious babiness and deny that each passing day takes her farther away from that very delicious babiness.