A couple of weeks ago, I was futzing around in the kitchen while Lily played on the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raising and lowering her arms while gazing intently at her reflection in the Kitchenaid bowl.
She made her way over to the bowl in her glacial way--she's still not crawling, but she manages to scoot herself from place to place on her bottom. It's not a fast mode of travel; in fact, it's nearly impossible to detect she's covered any ground at all until I look up and see she's three feet away from where I put her down. (Or feel the clunk of baby skull beneath me as she wedges herself under the office chair again!)
The lack of mobility frustrates her, for sure--sometimes she just squinches her eyes shut, clenches her fists, clamps her gums together and "Hulks out" with a screech--but overall, she's a happy, happy girl, with the sweetest giggle. Her first word is "cat," and she also says "duck" ("guck").
I can't believe almost a whole year has rocketed by. I find myself plagued with guilt that I haven't chronicled Lily's every milestone in words like I did over Maggie's first year, but there are pictures a-plenty, at least. And sweet reflections.
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