When people ask me how old Beatrix is I just keep saying six months. I did that yesterday and realized that in two days she will be seven months and it hit me all of a sudden how quickly she's growing. It's hard sometimes to slow down and hold onto a moment of her life. To watch her grab for her dolly or her giraffe to chew; to just enjoy, despite the early morning hour, her new beautiful babbling, which is predominantly adadadada; or to catch her as she falls back while trying to sit up and remember how much she is learning from second to second.
Right now she is rolling around on the floor and keeps looking back at me to giggle and babble in between staring in awe at the ceiling fan. She still has hardly any hair, but is starting to grow a little tuft over her left ear so that sometimes in certain lights she reminds me of my granddad George.
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