6 Months Old

Eloise is 6 months old today.  This morning I am celebrating by eating an enormous caprese sandwich-- something I only get to have once in a blue moon-- putting my feet up, snuggling in with the cats and drinking some coffee.  

The baby naps.
She is such a truly good little person.  I think 6 months might be the most perfect age.
Because she's still such a little huggable squishy bear baby.  But she's not so delicate.  She can sit up now--  really quite a feat of wonder considering just a few months ago she could not even hold up her own head or keep control of her hands that were constantly attacking her face. Upright sitting-straight, like a well practiced yogi.  No longer just sky and leaves and faces staring down; she can look out at the world as a vertical being.



She has learned to smile and laugh in every sense;  she recognizes humor and love and fun.


Every day is something new, and a celebration of welcoming.
Yes, Welcome!  More and more everyday into the world and into your own being and into your senses.
Welcome child.  You're a rockstar.  You're a pal.
You are in and of this world.
You are growing up too fast, every second is a celebration.
6 months gone, and so tonight we'll celebrate with pulverized pea soup, and tapioca pudding.
We love you, Eloise.

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