Dear Miss Ellie is three and a half months old, grinning easily, laughing and cooing, and loves her feet. Never fail, she puts one leg up on the bar in front of her in the stroller. She kicks at the toys on her bouncy seat and thinks that’s hilarious.
She loves her pacifier too.
She squeals and grins at the sight of my sling and loves to be attached to Momma.
Her hair is attempting to be red and I am so, so hoping it stays that way. I’ve hoped and hoped and seven kids later, odds must be in my favor by now to get a redhead. (My dad’s family sports a bit of red… it could happen.) Her hair is also trying to be curly, particularly post-bath.
Ellie’s eyes are blue and always will be – Blaine and I both have blue eyes and all our kids do too.
Ellie startles easily and hates loud noises. It’s an interesting phenomenon in a little house full of many.
Nights are easy; she sleeps until I wake her up, usually once at 3am and not again until after 7am.
She’s a joy. After visiting with my midwife a few weeks ago about Ellie’s birth and all that happened and how close we came to losing her, I can’t help but hold her close and praise the Lord for his mercies in getting to meet this baby girl. I can’t wait to see who she becomes.