- Sat, Feb 23, 2008 /
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Corinne is five months old today . . . my, how time flies. It is nearly unbelievable to me that in just eight days, we will mark the first anniversary of the moment we saw her heart beating on ultrasound. She is changing and growing every day, becoming less of a baby and more of a little girl. She is able to express herself in little ways, more and more. For instance, she likes to chew on toys that are soft fabric, particularly those that make crinkly noises. She does not like chewing on plastic toys, even the soft teether toys. Whenever I offer her a toy of this nature, she cautiously tests it, and when she finds it not to her liking, she gives me a little grimace and throws the toy to the floor.
With every milestone, my heart breaks a little. I am so happy and proud to see her growing and thriving, but every new accomplishment is one step toward independence, one step away from babyhood.
This afternoon when Corinne fell asleep on my chest, I thought about how I really should put her in the crib . . . we are, after all, starting to transition her to a "by the clock" routine and trying to teach her that all sleeping takes place in the crib. Then, I remembered that God tells us not even our next breath is certain. That was when I stretched out of the couch, cuddled my little girl close, and wrapped us in a blanket.
Tomorrow she can nap in her crib.