Cheering Myself Up

Leah is eight months old, strong and healthy and funny.

She has a beautiful smile, my eyes and a wonky spot on her ear that she got from me, too.

Leah knows her name now.

She's learning to clap her hands and is doing so to some songs on "Sesame Street" as I write this. She loves the Will.I.Am song... "Oh, I'mma keep my head up high, Keep on reachin' high, Never gonna quit, Just keep gettin' stronger..."

Leah loves her Exersaucer, and jumps so energetically that sometimes I think she'll bring down the house. She babbles and has a magnificent laugh.

She is getting ready to crawl, but in the meantime, she gets where she needs to go by bouncing on her bum and digging in her heels to propel herself forward. She did that to reach the ragdoll I made for her that was on the edge of the couch.

My husband is happy at work. We have a beautiful home, lots of good food to eat and we are warm. Our car had the sensibility to breakdown while we were still at our hotel on Sunday, and not while we were in the middle of nowhere on the 401.

And now, I'm going to go out and see how many people in weird outfits I can find.

There. I feel pretty good now.

This is Leah's rag doll. I'll be making more for an upcoming craft sale. I love sewing. :)