I miss the beginning. The first month or so, when all she did was sleep and eat and at night when we were all in the family room together playing games, Pippa sleeping in a moses basket in between Nick and I. She was so quiet, the kids didn't pay her any attention, and it felt like Nick and I were the only ones who knew of her, she was only ours.
And then she got an opinion. And the opinion was that nothing was nice and everything sucked and crying as loud as possible while never pausing to sleep was the way to make things better. I don't miss that. Those five months? Can go suck it.
From 6 months on she's just been Pip. Extraordinarily opinionated, independent like no other, and so cute you could eat her up.
I can't believe that tomorrow morning I'll be able to call my baby girl TWO.
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