Time is passing so fast, sometimes I just stare at Keira and try to imprint the moment into my memory for always. But I know that in time it will fade and I need to record all her moments in a more permanent place than my brain. You gotta love the internet, not only can I keep a record of my beautiful daughter for myself, my family and friends but perfect strangers can read about her adventures and her antics. These are just my meandering thoughts, a record of Keira for me to look back on when she comes home one day with purple hair and a hickey the size of Texas.

My daughter is already a character and it's amazing to be there with her as she discovers the world. She is very vocal and makes her likes and dislikes known. In the last few weeks she has added a new range of sounds to her repertoire including the "ma" sound. It's not mama yet but it's nice to know that she has the skills to put my name into play when she's ready. She's sitting up too, it's probably the skill that she's worked on the hardest -- I think it's cause it give her reign of her playmat and all the toys on it, although if she reaches too far for a toy she lands on her face, not a position she enjoys. But of everything she does it's her amazement and fascination with the ordinary that gets me. I stand close to a wall and she becomes enthralled with the texture. She thinks that a sound repeated is hilarious, and really -- if you listen -- it is. Last night she played with a sticker for 15 minutes straight. She was so into the stickiness of it that she never tried to put it into her mouth, or maybe she knew that I would take it away if she tried. Sometime I really underestimate her and I realize that she's already a step ahead of me. But I love to see things through her eyes, and ears and hands and taste buds because when everything is new again it's so amazing.