8 months

At this very moment, the baby daughter is rolling across the floor (no crawling yet) and getting herself completely wrapped up in a blanket. And trying to chew blocks at the same time. And somehow smearing the mushed beets she ate for lunch across said floor. 

She really perks up when I play Neil Yong and Fleetwood Mac. Of ABBA, she is not a fan. Far and away her favorite band is the Magnetic Fields.

She sometimes makes babbabbaba sounds, and in moments of sleep-deprived delirium I have thought that she might be calling me Mama, but this has never been confirmed by an outside observer.

All in all, she is as perfect and adorable as always, with even redder hair and more meat on her bones.