I was at a funeral yesterday, and had to take Ellie into the foyer because she was getting way to exhuberant during the eulogy, and there were two other mothers out there with tiny little newborns. I sat Eleanor on the ground on her blanket and gave her my mom's old cellphone to play with and looked in wonder at how much she has grown. As I looked at the newborns I couldn't believe that she was once that small. But she was. And she isn't a terribly big baby still, but she has grown so much. She sits up on her own perfectly and rolls over lots, though gets stuck on her stomach trying to crawl and then screams about her inability to do so. It's okay by me. As soon as she starts crawling I know I'll have to be better about picking stuff up.
There is just so much to explore with a diaper box!
Plus it can double as a car. I pushed her around the living room in it and she was thrilled.
So that's what's up a the Lewis home. We're just the proud parents of a thrill-seeking, box-loving six month old. We couldn't be happier.