The baby year of Elizabeth Gold Jubilee is half over.
We're tempering our grief by enjoying all the new things our girl can do. She scoots her toes and crawls arm over arm soldier-style. She holds a dolly when she falls asleep. She sleeps through the night. She no longer feels the need to scream whenever in the car. Her busy hands grab, grab, grab.
In addition, she plays a mean game of cards.
She eats from a spoon.
And, of course, she continues as our family mascot, getting passed from hand to hand.
Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. Luke 6:38
Bibliophilic mother of six
~ Trading the bloom of youth and the veneer of order for a full life. ~ Dreaming of one day writing the Great American Novel and becoming a yogi. ~ Striving to float above fatigue, impatience, pettiness, and overscheduling to glide above the treetops.
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