She's really growing - she's getting so tall / long / whatever, and she's just standing and pulling and cruising all about. She's really not so much of a baby anymore. Look back at the pictures of her just in September (not that long ago) and her face is so different now...
Here's a picture of her in all her Barishnikov tight-clad glory, and one of me feeding her strawberries.
Last night she was babbling 'abba' all over the place. So I waited until she paused, and asked her, "Who gives you your bath?" (It's usually Yoav.) She promptly said, "Abba." And just the feeling, the frisson, the mere spark of a concept of having a conversation with her...! Amazing! The thought that we'll be able to exchange ideas and thoughts and communicate - wow!
Well... till she's a teenager, anyway. :)
Saw this and liked it: