One little girl turns eight months old today.
This whole journey of being a new parent has been, on the balance, so amazing. There's just no preparing for it -- no one ever could have convinced me that I'd love this little creature this much. And not only do I love her, I like her, too, which in some way seems even more remarkable.
After all, you expect parents to love their kids (or at least you hope they do). But Kate's just so much fun to be around right now, as she starts to learn about herself and how the world works. It seems like every day she discovers something new, or learns a new trick. I feel like we're just about on the verge of her starting to crawl, which one co-worker tells me will doom us to chasing her around forever. I guess that means we'll have to start baby-proofing the house, which will take some serious effort, due to our packratish natures.
That said, I can't wait for what's next. Happy two-thirds-day, Kate.