"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes-and ships-and sealing-wax-
Of cabbages-and kings-
And why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings."

- The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carrol
(From Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

Saturday, April 30, 2011

5 Months and Change

Dear Abbey,

You are almost five and a half months old now. You have grown and changed so much lately. I know I say that all the time. But it's especially true right now. I know, I say that all the time, too.

You love to sit up and are able to sit on your own for quite some time. The only thing you enjoy more than sitting is standing. Which is remarkable - you are so advanced. Of course you are! You like to stand and hang on to the ottoman. You like to stand in Daddy's lap. You like to stand in the bathtub, but Mommy won't let you. Once you figure out how to get to the standing position all on your own, all hell will break loose. Daddy and I are not prepared for that. Much child-proofing still to be done. You also like all music, but in particular, the theme to Star Wars and YMCA. And now, when Mommy sings Edelweiss to you before bed, you rest your hand on my cheek, gaze up at me with a smile, and I almost always get choked up, you are so sweet.

You are a sleep champion. Again. And for this we are so grateful. You sleep - on average - 10 hours a night. But lately, you've been upping that to 11. We like that. After you get your first breakfast, you always fall back asleep for at least another hour. We like that, too. You are even starting to get a handle on this whole nap thing. Way to go, punkin. But one thing is for sure, you take after Mommy if you are tired. You are one little miss crankipants if you don't get enough sleep. So, we promise to do our best to see that you are well rested.

You have finally decided to try solid foods. But you're a picky eater. Daddy believes you have his super palette. You do not really care for rice cereal. Nor bananas. Nor apples. Nor pears. At least not yet. But you do love peas. Go figure.

You are now starting to outgrow all of your 3-6 month clothes. Such a big, growing girl. Speaking of growing, you finally have hair! Well, okay, you have fuzz. Silky, fuzzy, blondish, brownish fuzz atop that adorable head of yours.

We love you, punkin. Every day you have a new trick, and you never cease to amaze us. Keep it up, kiddo. Daddy and I are so proud.


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