Miss Penelope is growing so fast! Every day there is a new trick, a new something she has learned to do. She never ceases to blow me away. She has no discovered that cabinets open and close. She is practicing consonants in whispers, and when she thinks she has them down, she adds them to her babble... which of course means nothing, but is fun nonetheless. "My poo," "mamamamamamama," "pop," "mob," may not be real words, but they are sure fun to hear anyway. The little scamp is also trying to balance without holding on to anything! I mean geez louise, doesn't she realize that she is only eight and a half months old? Nope! I guess she inherited the "myself" gene; I think David and I are going to be in for quite a ride with this one!
I love watching David with her too. He is sooooo good with her. Both Penelope and I are so blessed. I never in my wildest dreams would imagine the amazing husband I would end up loving. He plays with her, feeds her, gets up with her, dresses her, bathes her... and the list goes on and on. I know this might be morbid, but I know that if he was ever her only parents, she would be so well cared for. I love him so much. He has a heart of gold. His kindness is overwhelming, his patience is deep, his devotion to those he loves is beautiful, and I must mention that his sense of humor makes me belly laugh quite often.
I am so happy to be a part of this wonderful family. It is worth the world.