I know. I know. The excuses are too numerous to contemplate but go something like this: work, baby, baby, work, travel, blah, blah, blah. For me, the summer has just begun and thus I too, begin again, vowing to write more often and with more, shall we say, vigor.
SO, now I begin with the latest adventures of Baby O. O is now six months in age and in spirit. She woke up this week fortified (after having begun to experience the sheer pleasure of solid food--more about that later) and decided to start playing. I mean playing, for reals. She grabs her toys, dances with her little animals from her stash of "bath friends" and has started trying to "sweep" up the stripes off our carpet. She also loves the sight of other babies, particulary the ones in her babies and animals book from G, H and A. She is "talking" up a storm and is cooler than words. In all, she is, to borrow my dear friend, Aunt Bomb's, phase: pumped and awesome.
SO, now I begin with the latest adventures of Baby O. O is now six months in age and in spirit. She woke up this week fortified (after having begun to experience the sheer pleasure of solid food--more about that later) and decided to start playing. I mean playing, for reals. She grabs her toys, dances with her little animals from her stash of "bath friends" and has started trying to "sweep" up the stripes off our carpet. She also loves the sight of other babies, particulary the ones in her babies and animals book from G, H and A. She is "talking" up a storm and is cooler than words. In all, she is, to borrow my dear friend, Aunt Bomb's, phase: pumped and awesome.
By the way the portrait above was taken by my friend, M, the photographer.
