As cliche as it sounds, I cannot believe how fast life has flown since we brought Miss May home.
It seems like I was just learning how to change her diaper. Or Ry and I were struggling to dress her for the first time. When I still needed two hands to do everything, and we were both up all night baffled by what she could possibly need at 2 am. But since those first few days of complete confusion, we've started to figure things out. We can successfully feed, bathe, clothe, and diaper our munchkin, with little or no complication.
And some pretty big things have happened in these last couple months. Maylie started to smile, and sometimes (though unsuccessful) she tries to laugh. She took her very first vacation and plane ride to Georgia, where my family was just loving her.
She is still attempting to scoot and crawl, though she doesn't seem the least bit interested in rolling over.
On most days, it's easy to pass her off to Ryan, my mom, or anyone (who I know has washed their hands). Or to be so focused on making sure she learns to fall asleep on her own. But on days like these, all I want to do is cuddle my beautiful little girl. 'Cause I remember, she's never going to be this little again.