Pragmatist
Pragmatist

She truly is a redhead. Carrot top she is. And her eyes are turning brown. Maybe she'll even get a sprinkling of freckles across her pert little nose.

Deirdre is just three months old, and what a personality she has already. There's something in motion constantly with that baby. Absolutely will not have her hands and arms covered with a blanket.  She needs to wave them around, all the while she's chortling, blowing bubbles, smiling, making baby conversation.  I swear that child is trying to talk.  I have a feeling that once she starts, she'll be a chatterbox! DiDi, will you please hush.  I can just hear it now.

Gryffan said she actually laughed out loud the other day. I was trying to get her to laugh, but I guess I didn't tickle her funny bone.  She does seem to be amused sometimes, and gives a huge smile.

One day last week I was playing with her, and all of a sudden she started fussing.  She didn't want to sit. She didn't want to stand. She didn't want to be cuddled. She yawned. That baby fights sleep like you wouldn't believe. The eyelids are at half-mast, but she's struggling to stay awake. And letting her displeasure known at volume.  I put her back in her baby seat and she did settle down a bit.  Mama came to check and Deirdre's eyes lit on her Mama, and she gave a huge smile. There's a real connection there.  And today the same thing happened when Gryffan came back in the room.  I'd say they're doing everything right. They have a happy, healthy, thriving baby.

Oh, I just remembered why they have to take her with them. She's still being breast fed, and I don't have that kind of equipment any more.


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