Skylar turned a big corner this weekend. Instead of demanding to be held during all of her waking hours, she is now content to just sit and stare at her mobile as its lambs, stars and cloud-covered moon go ’round and ’round. She will even talk to the mobile for moments on end, much as I imagine Courtney Love holds long, deep, babbling conversations with similar inanimate objects. Skylar’s only cries are those of frustration, when she reaches for the stars and they prove to be out of her grasp.
May you always reach for the stars, Miss Skye.