jump around

Last night, my BB opened the box of size 2 diapers and put one on Ellie. Fit like a charm. I tried to ignore the wistful pang in my heart as I looked down at her and realized she was twice as big as when she was born.

But, y'know, size is all relative, of course. She's still pretty teensy, generally speaking. We started her on oatmeal tonight, her second food (loved it). She's not quite crawling or talking or cutting teeth, so it's probably a little soon to start bemoaning her old age.

There are a lot of great things about this age, not the least of which is the little jig she dances in her jumperoo. Must be the Irish in her, from my side of the family, of course.