so Megan made out like a bandit on Christmas (as expected). Grandpa came from Nevada and was here for the big day. We were very excited.
I predicted that she would crawl by Christmas and I was right. She does an army crawl now. She's really good at it, but hasn't moved beyond that since. Other abilities: clapping, standing up if she's holding your hands, holding her own bottle, feeding herself bread and cookies, waving hello and bye, and the big one "mama." YAY!!! That's right she said it. That one came after Christmas, but that's okay.
It is beyond my comprehension how such a tiny, helpless person can cause so much joy. A friend of mine (who also adopted) said that there was much more laughter in their house since her daughter had been there. I understand. Megan makes us laugh just by doing what babies do. One would never know that she was a preemie.
As the big "1" approaches I find myself in a quagmire of emotions (I just wanted an excuse to use that word). I love that she's growing and being independent, but I hate it, too. I think that I'll always see her as my little baby, but she's not going to be forever. *sigh* In the meantime, I can enjoy her beautiful crazy antics and save her when she needs me to. I love my little one.
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