Sophie is officially on the move. She’s not crawling up on her knees yet, but she scoots well enough on her stomach that if we look away for even a moment, she’s somewhere new. I, in turn, have gone crazy cleaning and vacuuming, fearful of every dog hair, pine tree needle, carpet fuzz and crumb on the floor. It doesn’t help that Sophie is absolutely terrified of the vacuum (I wait until Andy comes home). It’s getting really fun. Her personality is so big, her actions and reactions so much more calculated, her way of communicating with us so much clearer. It’s the shared moments, the eye contact and smile, I now treasure most—well, when she’s still enough for us to share it.
“It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.” —Barbara Kingsolver
