According to some (and her name rhymes with virus), I’m over the hardest part. And looking back, it’s not been all that hard.
She’s the easiest baby ever. She sleeps a lot during the night. She hardly makes a fuss. She’s always happy to see me. She never cries during a bath. She loves to ride in the car (although she hates stopping). And she is growing like a weed on steroids (even though the dandylion in question affirms the trainer was just giving it a B-12 shot). Doesn’t she just have the cutest, big round head? And I’d recognize those ears anywhere… or perhaps just in the mirror!
I guess, if you forced me to find a fault, I would say the spits up frequently and prodigeously. Which, more often than no, hits mommy’s shirt. That and she’s starting to get truly drooly. The other day she spit up about 5 times in a row and I actually yelled “Stop leaking!!!” Not that I thought she could, but sometimes shouting makes me feel better.
Yesterday, I brought up the Exersaucer and put Saralyn in it for the first time. Ahh, success. As strong as she is, she can already sit up (with a hand to steady her) for a good little while. She must have chilled out in the saucer for about 45 minutes, looking all around and cooing, “Mommy, guess what!?!?! I can, like, move around, and, like, don’t fall over!!!” Then, I harped at her that she’s a Georgia Peach, not a Valley Girl… Then her sister hopped into the Exersaucer herself and got stuck. On the one hand, I was concerned about the jealousy issues, giving Elly’s old toys to Saralyn, but watching the big one try to get herself out of the saucer was HILLARIOUS!!! It was like when the clowns get the elephants to ride a little tricycle. It floors me.
Saralyn’s eyes are still remarkably blue. Her hair is remarkably orange-ish-reddish brown. Her feet are remarkably big. Her thighs are
remarkably amazingly chunky.
And, oh, how happy I am that she is mine….