Friday, April 15, 2011

Baaaaaa, baaa, baa, baa

No, it's not a black sheep, it's our daughter and her new sound. She's decided this babbling thing is for her . . . and we love it.

I am forever amazed at every new step she takes (metaphorically speaking - she's not walking yet). I'm dumbfounded, really. I can't believe a person who has been on this Earth for half a year (on the outside, that is) has progressed so much. From a beautiful newborn who ate, cried, slept, and supplied us with an abundance wet and messy diapers with which to stock the Diaper Genie to an infant who's sitting, babbling, (occasionally) rolling, standing (with support), playing, remembering, identifying (and eating and crying and sleeping, too) . . . the difference is night and day. There are people, I'm sure, who take this for granted. DH and I can't. We never expected to be faced with any other this.

We are in awe. I hate to gush. All parents do this. To those without children of their own, it's mawkish. You might as well lug out the album of 1495 pictures that look exactly the same to everyone but you and bore every friend and stranger you meet. But now I understand it. Every parent feels their child is a perfect, wonderful being whose amazing accomplishments must be broadcast far and wide for the sake of mankind. Every parent is right.

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