When M is happy, she gives little kicks of glee. She frequently sits in her bumbo, the excitement of impending food almost too great, she wiggles her toes and does leg lifts of joy... Her hair appears to be growing in blond. Yes, I know this is not a surprise to anyone but perhaps me. While there is a resemblance between my baby photos and her, she has wonderful coloring (ie of the darker and less pastey variety) which I thought might translate into her daddy's wonderful mahogany dark hair (Sorry A-- I'm sure your choking on the idea of me calling your brown hair mahogany, but I was simply trying to describe its glossy quality).
Anyway, in other news, M has no exciting milestones to bore you with-- she sort of sits up, sort of rolls over, and is mostly adept at pulling hair and making conversation. She enjoys a warm, freshly shaken bottle, but really isn't too picky about how her milk as served as long as it's punctual. Tardy milk is not tolerated 'round these round parts. She likes to squeal with delight (a habit I expect to continue for quite some time) but perhaps sweetest of all, she gives wonderful, head-buried-in-my-shoulder, fists-tightly-clenching-my-clothes, hugs which I cherish.
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