10 Months

Daffodils always look so funny to me.   Their stems are so straight and singular, it looks like someone just stuck sticks in the ground-- Like a child planted them, or Amelia Bedelia.  
They stand up straight and get blown from side to to side to side, and then one day-- pop-- yellow trumpet snoots smiling wide in bloom.

We've been on and off sick for a month.  That's how January tends to go.... so we've spent a lot of time sitting on the living room floor staring out the window watching our garden transform from winter to spring.  And as we've watched the bulb flowers gradually make their way out of the earth, our tiniest tot has been taking notes I think.







Eloise, 10 months old today, has been working hard this past month.  I think she's in a race with the daffodils, standing as they stand, getting ready to spring out and forward into the world.  She stands tall, flaps her arms, pauses.... and then falls.  Any second now she'll take her first step, and as everything goes with Eloise, I'm sure it will be with blooms and butterflies.

My happy girl at 10 months.  She eats pancakes and can point out your nose.
Big happy springtime-yellow-trumpet-daffodil-smiles all around; I am learning that with Eloise it's always early spring.