Nine months

How fast it all goes by. Libby is nine months old. She can now sit on her own, roll all over the place, eat baby foods and cereals, almost crawl, and last Friday she said her first word-"Dada." I may act offended that it wasn't "Mama," but I'm so glad that she is starting to talk and do all the things that babies do. Cognitively she is right on target. Even her mobility has jumped up. Now that spring has sprung (although you wouldn't know it by looking outside), we have begun to take Libby out. She made her first church appearance yesterday and she was SO good. She loved the music and slept through the message. The crowd didn't bother her at all. I've been reflecting over the last year or two, and even though it was the worst of the worst at one point, I think we have the best of the best. She's a handful and she can be frustrating, but she melts your heart when she smiles.