I remember, a half a year ago today, bringing a scared, wobbly, whiny, clingy, tiny little girl home to meet her brothers. Those first days felt like they dragged on forever and I truly feared they would never get better.
Six months later, she is smart, sassy, funny, opinionated, adventurous and -- while still tiny -- finally growing. She communicates most of her needs, is almost completely potty trained (trying to keep up with her brothers!), and handles the brief separation time at her parent/tot class like a champ (swings trump mom any day). Lucy not only stands up to her brothers, she actually instigates a great deal of the trouble. While she still prefers Daddy, there was one day last week that she actually said "no!" when Daddy wanted to take her downstairs. Of course I was doing my makeup and she wanted a part of it...but hey, it's progress!
The past six months feel like they zipped past us. I think we're just coming out of the haze that you find yourself in when you bring home a new baby. But every month feels better than the last, and I'd be willing to bet there may actually be a day in the not-so-distant future, when we feel like raising these three incredible kids isn't kicking out butts so much after all. A girl can dream.