I Think I'll Lie Down Here

Baby’s pale auburn hair has grown long enough to form an orderly row of curls in the back. We don’t brush or comb it much, in part because she doesn’t tolerate it all that well, and in part because there will be plenty of time for such things later in life. When we do brush it for a special occasion she seems quite conscious of the impression she is making.

Her pale skin takes a tiny bit of gold from the occasional sun she gets, but I suspect she will tan more easily when she’s older, too. Her eight teeth look like twelve – because she smiles a lot and loves to show her teeth when she does. She is on her feet virtually all day now. When she tires these days, the fatigue hits her hard. She lays down on the floor and rests, like a toy whose battery has suddenly run down. A few times recently, she has nodded off in her high chair, too, something we had never seen before. Truth be told, it has had us a little concerned, but I suspect it really is the result of her extraordinary expenditure of energy.