Lily, Changing, Growing

Lily is such a sweet child. A real trooper. She puts up with a lot of guff with a smile on her face. She's reached the stage (which I adore) that she kicks her feet frantically when she is happy. You walk into her line of sight, and she kicks her legs like a cute froggie. Tiger calls her "Little Kicking Bear." At the Doctor yesterday she weighed in at 17 lbs. 10 oz. and 26.5" in length. My beautiful big girl. Her smile is infectious and she garners attention anywhere we go, even from young men. Women young and old coo and say, Awww, look at the baby! She's become a champ at turning over (still hasn't rolled off of anything) and no longer growls like a baby bear when on her tummy, which was very cute, but I am glad it no longer frustrates her so much. For the last week or so she pushes herself up on her arms as far as they will go--she's so strong, crawling will very likely come soon (ack! I need to baby-proof the house and get a new vacuum!). The other day, while she was sitting on her Little Potty, I made a face at her in the mirror, and she laughed! She got the joke. It's fun to see her sense of humor developing. She's gone back to nursing every two or three hours, around the clock, and I am exhausted. It is hard for me to be gracious about it at night anymore, after getting used to sleeping a bit longer again. During the day I don't mind so much; I know this is only for a time, and someday soon enough I will mourn her no longer nursing. For now I will enjoy it (except at 4 a.m.).