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it’s my shift tonight, as it was last night, and I have to confess that I checked on my little one.

I can pretty much guarantee that anybody who is a parent has checked on their baby once or twice for no other reason than to still their own thoughts. being a parent, I fall into that category. it’s not everyday, and certainly not every hour, but at least once a week I check on her.

I walked into the room, leaned close, and as I did, she made the softest little moan of content you could ever imagine. it was the reason I walked in there, and having my needs met, I gently touched my head to hers and walked out.

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Skye is so strong all of a sudden. It seems like within a few days she can now hold her head up completely (which is a huge feat since her noggin is huge), lift herself off a flat surface with her chest and arms and she’s rolled over a few times too. She’s even initiating holding her bottle on her own, too. She’s come so far from being a wobbly bobble-head!

I’m sitting here at work, watching my picture frame flip through pictures of my little girl, and came to a strange realization…   she’s not as cute as I thought she was when she was younger.

It may be (and probably is) because she has become so much more adorable, but it is strange to look at pictures of her as a teeny infant and think, hmmm…  not quite as cute as I remember. It may be because I mentally photoshop her current face, mannerisms, and personality onto a smaller body and when I look at younger pictures of her, they’re not what I have in my head, and the difference is what is throwing me, not that she’s not as cute, just different.

But don’t get me wrong, she has been, and always will be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen…  it’s just my memory of her is changing, as most memories do over time.

It’s a good thing cameras were invented.

Now someone just needs to invent a way to capture the smell of the moment along with the image, then when you go back and look at the image, you can smell it, too. Because, as you may have noticed, whenever you smell something from your past, the memory becomes so much more vivid, and real. So much so that you are practically transported back to the moment, with all the emotions, faces, thoughts, and everything else that goes with it. Time travel is possible, you just need to find the right smell.

But I digress. Point is… my little Skyeberry, cute as she was, was not as adorable as she is now, and is getting cuter and cuter all the time.

I thought I should post some pics of Skye’s favorite room, hers! I don’t know why, but it’s really calming and relaxing in there. Maybe it’s because so much time and effort went into creating it for her. I still remember vividly Benjam and I talking about how, soon, there would be a little person to fill up all the furniture we had for her, use all the clothes and diapers that were ready to go, and just trying to imagine what she would be like, and if she would ever get here!

My new favorite time of day is when I put down Skye for her second nap in the morning. The first nap she falls asleep on my morning walk. The second, and only guaranteed nap time, I can set my clock to. We go upstairs to the nursery, close the blinds and turn on some lullabies and have the fan humming in the background. She’s already had a bottle and is sleepy. Her entire body is pressed with the ultimate trust and comfort on the left side of my chest; her diapered bum cupped in my hand; her feet dangling under my supportive arm; the top of her head pressed against my jaw; her right hand grasping my shirt collar; the left hand is balled in a fist; her chin or cheek is resting lazily on my shoulder and her sweet aroma fills my nose. And we just dance and sway in a circle quietly. With each deep breath she exhales, her body becomes more and more limp until she finally falls asleep.

Skye doesn’t fit in the bobby so much anymore. She used to be able to fit her entire body within the middle. I don’t know what we’ll do when she can’t fit into the only place she’ll nap.

I heard her laugh for the first time yesterday, and not just the little ‘heh’ that she puts out sometimes (which is pretty cute in itself), but a full-on laugh!  Chels had told me that she heard her laugh a couple of days ago, and I was understandably a bit jealous that I missed it. Then I was holding her on my lap as I do, and was doing nothing more than talking with her and squishing her cheeks (and why wouldn’t you, have you seen them? they’re so squishable) and she was smiling more and more, and then it happened. I couldn’t believe it, it was so adorable, I couldn’t help but laugh, which scared her a bit, but then I stopped, and started squishing her cheeks again, and she did it again!  That was it, I lost it, I was laughing so hard, it was hilarious. She didn’t laugh again, but she gave me a few more smiles.

My amazing little girl got a sense of humor finally, although I’m still not sure what triggers it. As soon as I find out though…