A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015.
This sweet girl is six-months-old on Sunday. Holy toledo! Considering how rough the first six weeks were I'm a little floored at how quickly six whole months have passed. This was the week she decided to roll from her tummy to back with an audience. It takes her awhile to commit to, but I think this is the beginning of unstoppable mobility. (Maybe we should baby-proof soon?) Several times a week she puts on a rollicking laugh-fest. Like she's slap-happy drunk and I'm doing a one-woman, one word stand-up bit. Boo. Her laugh is like bright confetti.