Seven Months with Our Marnie

Marnie is even sweeter now than she was last month. 

She watches intently. She has her own little language made up almost entirely of a sound that's really hard to describe--almost like a really exaggerated gasp, but with vocal cord sounds behind it and not just air. It's a regular soundtrack to our lives these days. She loves food (though she's a bird-boned little thing and you wouldn't know it). She gets visibly excited when we read her books; arms and legs start flailing and it's the loudest she ever gets. She's learned how to sit up for prolonged periods all by herself, if you get her in the right position first--bravo, baby! She grabs Mama's face and manhandles it to give on-purpose slobbery mouth-kisses. And she's beginning, just beginning, mind you, to find the world an interesting place when I put her down on her belly to explore it.

It's a big world, Marnie-girl, and you're taking up just a bit more space in it month by month.

And to cap it all off, another classic scrunch-your-whole-face-into-the-wrinkliest-self-engulfing-grin-you-can-manage. (I'll miss it if she ever stops giving me these.)