The Barrel Rocker

I looked at the little barrel rocker last night that my Grampie made for me when I was a baby. The craftsmanship is amazing. Dark wood cask shaped into a little chair perfect for little bottoms. I'm going to take pictures of you in it, getting bigger and bigger as each week passes.

I can't believe how big you've already gotten. I call you "My Little Munchkin," but you are so much bigger than you were 11 weeks ago when we brought you home from the hospital. It's still hard for me to grasp that you are here; I keep thinking I'll wake up from this fantasy(which is admittedly rather less fantasy and more torture at times), and you'll still be in my belly, kicking and hiccuping away.

It brought tears to my eyes this weekend - you rolled over! You pushed off of your little belly and got to your side. Then, kicking and grunting and a little bit of screeching, you knocked yourself onto your back. Daddy got to see it because I yelled for him to come right away and just as he got in the room, you did it.

As Autumn starts to creep in, with the leaves changing on a few different trees around us, I look forward to all these little milestones you are going to accomplish with the slight tinge of regret. I'm going to hold you as much as I can now, because you are already showing us that you are growing up so fast.

You're becoming such a big girl already. I hope I'm ready for it.