Eliza passed her six month birthday last week. I am at a loss for words when I try to explain how much I love this little girl. I mean, we love babies in our house. All of us. But this one has grabbed hold of our hearts in a way we couldn’t have imagined.
What a sweet blessing it was to go to the Doctor this week and ask him very minor questions. Many times a day, I recount our days with Annie at this point. They were so very dark. It was the beginning of the end, only we didn’t know that yet.
So, Eliza Grace.
Well, for starters, she is a little pudgy ball. Way high on the charts for weight and way low on the charts for height. Awesome.
And happy!? Oh yes, she is. Not just happy, but always ready for a party. She and Kate have already gotten in trouble for playing together when they should be sleeping. If she can’t see what’s going on she uses her incredible range of motion to figure out where the action is.
She sits. Kind of.
She eats a few things (and enjoys them!) and likes to be at the table with the rest of us.
She likes to dress like Kate (at least that’s what Kate tells me).
She has two teeth (sorry, but I can only see them when she cries. I promise that she was already crying before I took this picture.)
She loves to play and explore. She’s quite the curious girl!
She knows how to get a little attention.
She likes to watch the big kids out the window.
She has incredible facial expressions. I promise you she can lift one eyebrow at me. Already.
And she is just plain funny. We laugh at her and she likes it.
So . . .
E-l-i-z-a (which is what your brother calls you. He’s learning to spell, you know.)
We’re glad you’re a Damaska.
You give us much joy.