
And now she’s eating. She can walk with the support of our hands. She pulls herself up on her crib. She laughs and smiles when we walk into the room. How did my newborn become this babbling, beautiful baby? Six months of growth, of tears, of learning, and of laughter.

Lucille Amelia, I love you more each day. I remember the first few weeks we had you in our home. Everything felt new and foreign. So easily I could slip back into “time before you.” Now, six months later, it feels like living only truly began when you came into our world. Our past (without you) grows dimmer by the day. Our family has become this vibrant, growing truth, and years of pain are already being healed by your sweet presence.

Nearly 18 pounds and 27 inches long, Lucy rests in the top 1/4 of the growth chart. I’m convinced she’ll be tall like her mama (I’m 5’9″) but only time will tell. Her eyes are still this unique gray-blue. It’s a color I haven’t seen before but one I’ll always love.
And what does Lucy love? She loves her mama and her papa. She loves cups and blocks. She grabs and scratches and explores the world with her eyes and her hands. Her intensity surprises and delights us. She pulls herself up if we put our hands in front of her, and she took her first assisted steps a few weeks ago. She squeals and giggles when we tickle her toes. She started eating on her 6 month birthday (Christmas) and this first week of solid food has been all about exploration. Carrots, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, chicken, yogurt. Her hands move quickly and adroitly from the plate to her mouth, but she still only explores…she’s not too keen into swallowing yet…and that’s just fine. I’m not eager to let go of our breastfeeding relationship anytime soon. We breastfeed A LOT, and I love it more and more.


These first six months have been exhausting and exhilarating. Thank you, dear friends, for reading and supporting me and our family. Your kind words mean more to us than I can express! Here’s to the months and months to come. And Happy New Year!
Monet
Anecdotes and Apple Cores
