Happy New Year!

Libby is 4 months. A third of a year old. Time is flying too fast & too slow all at once.

She is getting more and more comfortable with her hands and how they work.

Rolling over and sitting up unassisted still remain elusive goals. However, she works on them every day, undeterred.

She seems to really want to go, go, go on her own – lots of leaning & lurching toward things for a better look while holding her. On her back, she does this combination of kicks and pushes and scoots and can actually cover a little ground. She has less luck on her stomach, usually ending up in a sort of superman/swimming-on-land action instead of actually using her arms & legs to push around.

Maybe she’ll crab-walk instead of crawl.

She continues to gab & experiment with her voice, which is delightfully adorable, and she giggles more regularly at amusing things like peek-a-boo or adults acting goofy. She’s also fascinated by hand gestures and watches intently when Mommy sings the alphabet with the ASL signs or does the motions that go with Itsy-Bitsy Spider. We also read everyday, and just this week she decided she wanted to know what all this page-turning feels like.

And last, but not least, we had our first Christmas!

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Planning on writing this post to mark Libby’s fourth month and the beginning of 2015, I was trying to think of what I wanted to say, what the theme of it all should be other than listing my little Libby observations. And I came up with nothing very ground-breaking or enlightening. The simple truth is that 2014 was one of the most exciting and tough years I’ve lived, especially coming after my 2010 thru 2013 (That is a story – well… stories – for another day. All you really need to know to paint the picture is that I drove cross-country solo six times, & while in LA, lived in five different sublet-ed rooms from Studio City to Brentwood to Burbank to West Hollywood). I’m pretty proud of myself for how I handled 2014. It required both flexibility and strong resolve, plus the presence of mind to decide when to use which. And I’m not perfect, but I think I did pretty well.

Bottom line is this: There really isn’t anything that compares to the shock of discovering you’re pregnant, the reality of a new human growing inside of you, the intensity of giving birth, and the challenge of being a parent. And I don’t think I’ve lived a boring, stagnant life without accomplishment or challenge up to this point either. It’s just that it really IS that big of a deal. Exactly like everyone who’s already gone through it warns you.

I told you it wasn’t ground-breaking or enlightening, only another new parent saying “It’ll change your life, man. It’ll change your life and it’ll change you.”

So I have no resolution list for 2015. I’m just going to assess the waves for riding as the tide builds them.

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