Oh, how they change!

Seven months ago, I brought a tiny little helpless baby home, scared to death of how resonsible I was for her complete well being!! I never knew how much love a mother has for her children until I set eyes on my little precious in the hospital. I didn't get to hold her until she was about 3 hours old due to my c-section, and that moment is forever etched in my memory. She just looked at me like, "well, here I am." I was nervous about her first feeding, but she nursed like she had been doing it for years. She has gone from a terrible baby, "sorry Allie, but you were" to the most precious, enjoyable baby on the planet. She has learned to smile, talk, push up on her arms, roll over, push up on all fours, put herself to sleep, scoot, feed herself (she took the spoon out of my hand this morning and showed me that she don't need my help anymore, so I put the food on the spoon and let her feed herself, almost crying the whole time) pull up from sitting, and she is so close to sitting up from her tummy and pulling up that I just don't know how she isn't doing it yet. She copies me with noises and claps when I clap. She went from not liking Daddy too much to thinking he is her boyfriend, man that girl can flirt! She laughs, cries, smiles, frowns, and has everything that makes up a little person. I just don't know how much more growing up I can take! She is my little precious, and I wouldn't change anything about her. Thank you God for my precious little gift. I give You all of the praise and glory for her, because I sure didn't have anything to do with how perfect she is!!