Two months ago yesterday, our sweet daughter came into the world. Making me a mom, Micah a dad, and aunts, uncles, and grandparents out of a lot of other people. Since then it has truly been a summer like no other--particularly blissful and full of moments that I'm trying so desperately to capture in one way or another. There is so much to remember about now and I'm afraid of what I'll forget. Some of my favorite moments are in the mornings when Z wakes up (smiling) and we snuggle on the couch in the quiet and have little else to worry about. The thought of busier days ahead where other responsibilities take me away from her makes me kind of sad. But I know the future will be full of other special moments for us. For now, we are making the most of each day. Which ironically is often by trying to do the least.
So grown up already! Z is holding her head up very well most of the time now, makes lots of cute noises, and carries on conversations with us about
the federal deficit her chicken toy, foreign policy her Eeyore toy, and state partisan issues her patchwork snail toy.
We've taken her out in public to meet a lot of different people, and usually she's quite congenial. She's starting to develop the baby reaction informally known as "You're not my mom!" but still allowed little Lukas to hold her for a brief time. Is there anything cuter than a 7 year-old boy who very much wants to hold your baby?