So, yes, it's been a long, long time since I've posted. I know I'm a bad, bad blogger. Of course when I didn't have a squirmy, wormy, babbling 5 month old I could type with more than one hand. Whether she's pulling my hair or chewing on my shoulder or standing (yes, standing!) on my lap she's attatched mostly to my left arm. So please forgive the scaatered typos.So where have we been? Well, there was our trip to Key West in November for Shelby and Scott's wedding, Tessa's first Thanksgiving in Connecticut and Tessa's first Christmas in Winooski and Wethersfield. Our quiet New Year's Eve at home watching the midnight fireworks through the trees behind the house. Tessa's first experience of snow. Tessa's first time meeting her Bestefar-far (great-grandfather). You get the point. So many firsts... big events and small occassions. They're somehow easier to pinpoint than her personal milestones, not that I've been particularly good at recording either. The first time she stood up, sipped water, rolled over. When she really began teething or babbling or laughing out loud, arching her back or grabbing for toys. And of course my favorite and a very recent trick - reaching for me. Everyday I'm overwhelmed with how much she's changing and how much I should be keeping track of it all. Our camera is full of pictures I've meant to download. My written journal has maybe five notes scribbled in it from the last two months. Meanwhile I've been mostly just here. Simply nursing my growing girl. Watching her, carrying her in circles around the house, finding new ways to make her scream with laughter, napping with her (shh don't tell daddy) and repeating that word over and over in my head: daughter.
