Daddy gave Coco a new coif this morning. After scowling through the first few pictures, she treated us to an I’m-humoring-you smile.
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Hair Comparison
Pretty much everyone tells me how much Minky looks like Layr. All the children on his side of the family looked very similar as babies. It’s a running joke between us that his family’s genes choke out anyone else’s. But recently I’ve noticed at least two things that prove Coco is her mother’s daughter – her lack of hair and her language skills.
As proof that we share hereditary infantile baldness genes, here we both are on our first birthdays. No blowing drying necessary on either of these heads.
(I think we look alike in these pictures.)
Moving On
Before Coco was born, I got this wonderful book as a gift called Annabel Karamel’s Complete First Year Planner. A friend, Amy, bought it for me in London. It’s got tons of information about the first year. It’s divided into sections. The first, 0 to 3 months, is entitled Birth; the second, 3-6 months, is Settling In. The last section is called Moving On. In the last few months, when I’ve looked up stuff in this book and seen that title, Moving On, it’s made me sad. The sort of sad I get at the end of Christmas or vacation.
It’s been a magical year. I remember being so exhausted in the first weeks of Coco’s life that I felt sick. Yet each morning when there was just enough light in the room to see her I’d stare at her little face in wonder. I felt jittery, like I had butterflies in my stomach. A feeling I surely hadn’t had since I was nine. Every week there is some fun new thing – smiling, rolling over, eating cheerios, crawling, laughing, first teeth, clapping, standing, swimming, saying mama.
Life is exciting in a way I never could have anticipated.
And now we’re moving on, me and my baby girl, to new things, tremendous things, with me knowing all the while that I’ll be looking back at the time that’s past, sorry to have seen it go so quickly.
Coco is ten months old today.
Coco’s Room
This week Coco and I went to a play date at the home of a woman I met at the mother’s group I attended after Coco was born. Coco and the other baby, Amelia, her mom and I sat on the floor of Amelia’s bedroom. It was a lovely room, very kid-like. Coco’s room used to be my office and until a couple of days ago still had some of my books and things in it as well as a twin bed. I decided she really needs a comfy room that she can explore and mess up so I got to work on Friday. We’ve played several times now in her new room and it’s great.
There are a couple photos from today, too. One of Coco eating an avocado by herself and being held by her sister. What beautiful daughters we’ve got!
