Months Later

I suppose it's now time. Our daughter Sofia is 6 months old. And she is a wonder.

She has more than doubled her birthweight plus a couple more pounds. She is over two feet long. She breathes like any infant should. She is dealing with some mighty reflux, and well, she doesn't poop all that much (two weeks is the longest stretch yet), but she is a fiery, chatterbox of a nugget, screeching with glee at least hourly during the waking part of the day. And grunting with discontent when we aren't doing it right, as any daughter of mine would.

Her most recent accomplishments include sitting up on her own, lengthening her tummy time tolerance, shaking it like a milkshake, throwing toys overboard the car seat, and napping outside of our arms. And this past week, she is clearly attempting to laugh. When she, my husband, and I get silly, it's a barrel of them, and she does her best to imitate our belly-deep giggles.

Anyway, the three of us, through me, are back here to get at it again. There are so many daily adventures and strange musings and moments requiring great patience that my brain would do better to pour them out to you all. So, I'll see if this will still work. Because, well, the baby is okay. She is great. And this was a place for trying to make sense of sadness and hope, but now it'll be a different place. Let's see how this goes.