So many things...

I had originally intended to write down everything that ever happened to my daughter. Thanks to things like an office that clamped down on anything even vaguely enjoyable and not having that much time at home (well, new baby, duh!), this journal has not often been used lately.

There have been so many things that I cannot put a date to. To an extent, those things are meaningless anyway. It doesn't really matter what date that Wiggles rolled from her front to her back an scared the living daylights out of herself. It doesn't really matter what day she stopped just eating sleeping and pooping, and when she started actually interacting. It doesn't really matter what day she went to visit what festival and when she got her first cold (okay, that one's easy to remember, it was halloween), or her first ear infection (two weeks later). It doesn't really matter when she first figured out that when I say "Wiggle wiggle wiggle" that I wanted to watch her do the happy flail on the changing table... Or was that when I first figured out that she was doing the happy flail on the table and decided to put words to it that she recognized?

What matters is the adorable two second pause before she actually wiggles when I say "Wiggle wiggle wiggle!" What matters is her delightful little squeal when she discovers something new. What matters is that look of wonder on her face as she looks out at the world around her.

That wonderful look she gave when she took in the trees at the renaissance festival... The wide-eyed stare at all of the people... The adorable look on my husband's face as he danced with her for the first time... The "Moro Reflex" when she got her first bath and flung her arms out wide and her eyes got really big. The look of wonder when she figured out that pulling the cord on the toy bar would produce music (and I believe I referred to it as being similar to Boo hitting Randall over the head with a baseball bat, the number of times she changed the music by pulling the cord). The fierce determination to grab the Whozit off her jumper. Watching her on the floor as she pulled a 360 on the mat but didn't quite figure out how to roll over.

There's so much that she's done. I'll probably just add it later just so I remember later all the fascination she currently has with the world. She loves to eat Tigger's butt and drool all over Fuzzy. Even the middle of the night feedings aren't so bad sometimes (well, if I'm not completely falling asleep). Heck, when we went to Charlotte to see my parents and brother and his family (with two and a half year old niece, three week old niece, and a very tired SIL), and my daughter went from happiest baby on the block to complete terror because of some apparent teething issues, it still wasn't so bad that night. She did at least fall asleep.

She doesn't have teeth yet, but they're trying. She isn't yet rolling over all the way, but she's trying (we got some good video of her *almost* rolling over several times in succession). There have been a lot of recent firsts, though. The first time she held her bottle in her own two hands to drink. Tonight was the first time she had solid food, and she *SMILED*. She actually smiled. Well, right before she waved her hands and smacked the spoon out of my hand and it hit both me and her and then the floor. :)

At some point I'll still have to write down all of the things that have happened, right down to her birth. But for right now I'm enjoying her rather than writing it all down. She makes me smile. We're getting a lot of pictures, so while I haven't written it all down, a lot of it has at least been "recorded for posterity". Last night I ordered a bunch of baby's first christmas ornaments. I'm in the process of making her first christmas stocking (which will probably be done in time for her second christmas).

In a week and a half, we take her for her first photoshoot (JC Penney, but at least it's something).

I look at this little wonder, and it's just fascinating to watch her learn and grow. She smiles at me, and it's not just because I feed her. :) She is the reason for my life beginning again.

She's my beautiful little girl.