My breastfeeding journey will end soon. I make less than 10 oz of milk a day now. This amount decreases day by day. I have decided persevere till the last drop... just so that I can give myself a pat on the back at the very end and say, "Well done, good and faithful cow." Will I finally be able to
On the happier side of things, our girl is growing well in every way. While still very dependent on us with regard to walking and getting around, I am glad of the progresses she has made... from walking a few steps at a time, unaided, to toddling right across the room when she is in an absentminded mood (and not thinking about what if she falls). Every time she walks towards me with her hands stretched out and a trusting smile, my heart melts. Awwww. "Mama!" she calls and runs the last few steps into my arms. I catch her and we hug briefly. I thank God for moments like these. In such moments, I glimpse the heart of the father who ran out to welcome his prodigal son. It must have been filled with the fiercest kind of love despite having been broken time and time again.
Some new things she is up to nowadays include:
- Pointing out of the window when we say, "Where is the sky?" or "Can you hear the birds chirping?"
- Pointing to herself when we ask, "Who/where is Sophie?"
- Calling and referring to us by our titles (mama, dada, etc.)
- Making a grumpy noise when we say, "Angry" or "Grim and grumpy"
- Waving to strangers (especially the elderly) and smiling at them
- Flapping her arms in order to emulate a bird's flapping of wings
- Identifying more body parts than she used to (including elbows and wrists)
- Brushing her teeth during bath times (or at least she tries to)
- Attempting to pronounce words when we tell her to "Say ......."
- Scribbling
- Wiping the floor and other stuff with wet tissues
- Running outdoors (and giving the adults a good exercise - because she drags us behind her)
Loving you, Sophie.
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