"To every [thing there is] a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" -Ecclesiates 3:1
I like holidays. I like tradition. With a baby, holidays and tradition are an even bigger deal. Holidays tend to mark the passing of time. I got a small pile of hand-me-downs for Claire from our very good friends, the Schulerts. They have two little girls (Jane 3 years and Grace 10 months . . .Claire's future camping buddies) and part of the stash was a very cute orange pj set with a little pumpkin on it for October. Unfortunately, it was a size 0-3. I imagine it was Jane's, a July 5th baby. It doesn't fit my 3-6 size baby girl. I'm bummed. But she hit that season at a different time, her own time. Claire was 5 weeks old over the 4th of July, and nearly 5 months by Halloween. She'll be almost 7 months at Christmastime. Each period, we'll take more pictures and mark this fleeting, yet so important, time in her life, each holiday showing a little more growth, a little more development. Her pictures on July 4th show a sleepy newborn who slept through city fireworks, her Halloween shots, hardly four months later, show a baby who can sit up on her own and who smiles, happily at the camera.