Making Dinner

Making Dinner
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The grandparents were here and even then, I didn't find time to blog. I'm awful. I think I'm just out of a habit, and getting back is feeling harder and harder. Just know we're still here and doing well. We've settled into a nice little routine with Rosy's sleep and our daily doings. We are excited to have Santa come to the Tropics. We are counting down to Sophie's birthday. My mother taught her to hold three fingers up. Pretty fabulous. She's a precious dear thing, enormously loving, and sometimes crippled by anxieties that I assume are a by-product of age and stage. I can barely imagine what it must feel like to understand so much about your world, and yet realize how small you are and how much you don't know. How powerless you are. She's becoming an individual, rapidly, and I think fear must come with the territory. We try our best to scaffold her up and reinforce how remarkable she is. That's about all we can do.

Rosy is bubbly and funny and moving all over, without being able to go far. She inches and log-rolls and reaches for anything and everything. She spends an enormous amount of time tied to me, not quite ready to be far from the comfort zone. But as John would say, every day is better. Every day is good. That's about all we can ask for after the few months of baby BUDS Training she put us through. Tonight Sophie even used her as a prop in her doctor game, and fed her sweet potatoes. There is some love there, slowly simmering to the surface.

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