Pressing on one belated month at a time. We will conquer!!!
Verity constantly cycles between saucer-eyed curiosity and grabbiness and earsplitting grins. She is a ridiculously loved baby (because biggish families know how to collectively dote on their littlest members). This month she went to her first Valentine's party on Mt. Hunger with the cousins, celebrated big brother Enoch turning 2, received her very own famed Grandma Johnson Quilt, went on her first date (which was really for her mom and dad, but it counts), started to eat real-ish food of the pureed variety (and liked it), kept on teething and drooling and agitating to no avail, and started appreciating her Daddy a good deal more after months of being a mama's girl. She is sunshine and spark during the day and quiet misery at night when her little digestive system struggles to do its job. This stretch of months with a baby whose insides are roiling always feels surreal with exhaustion, but it's a wonder how little sleep a person can survive on.
Photos, ho!
The quilt arrives! It's a beauty.
The quilt.
The baby on the quilt.
