Except she's not such an infant anymore. She's a verified, for real baby. She knows how to manipulate the taller two-leggers into giving her what she wants. To wit, when I was cuddling her, she decided to start crying. So of course I got up to distract her.
And I've not said it yet, but I should: What a stunningly gorgeous child. I mean, really. All fat baby arms, fat baby legs, and a desire to stand up. With her on my lap, feet on my legs, she's as tall as I am. Amazing.
She's got a good temperament as well. Giggly, interested, grabby - all the things that an almost-five-month old should be. I wonder if she'll barely crawl before she walks. Momma tells me that my brother was never interested in crawling. Maybe she'll be the same.
She's already mastering spoons! I mean, really.
Oh - and her parents so adore her. They let her be her, even though I don't think they know exactly what she wants.
I adore her as well. Her mom needed to tend to laundry, so I had Lucy on my lap, sitting like a grown-up, and one of her cats next to me. She was so calm, so sure, that she reminded me that calm is the best place to be.
I'm not so important. She is, because she's so little and big and gorgeous and angry at the world and exactly why I love her.
Photo to come. Stupid T-Mobile album access is down right now.
Here she is! Tell me how to avoid eating this creature:
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