So Emily is getting bigger and bigger, and let's face it, a lot more interesting, obviously from an adultcentric point of view. She's moving around now like crazy--you have to watch her all the time--and saying things that sound very much like actual words, or at least good attempts at actual words. This, by the way, does not seem much like the product of linear development--she went from not being able to crawl at all (except scooting backwards) to crawling at will, and fast. We were caught almost completely unprepared.
She's really an amazing little baby. I don't mean that she's some kind of genius (how most parents around here see their children); I mean that she's kind and sweet and loves to laugh. She's (still) so patient with our lousy parenting--our fumbling attempts to change her diaper, clothe her (ok, I'm more fumbling than J), put her in her carseat (I typically bang her head on the roof of the car), and so on. Even when she's crying, she tries to regain her good humor. Sob, smile, sob.
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