Now that my daughter Cordelia is eight months old, I should now bring loyal readers of this journal up to date on her status. She is a spine-stressing twenty pounds and two feet tall. She is nowhere near as chubby as she used to be, as her body has been…

Our baby girl, Cordelia, is approaching the end of her eighth month of life. Her little brain continues to develop in leaps and bounds. Every day she gets closer to being able to crawl. She can click her tongue. The other day, to get my attention at breakfast, she threw…

Our baby daughter Cordelia has almost completed her eighth month of life. Her time is mostly spent muttering random syllables and trying to move straight forward. When she’s on her stomach, she knows she wants to do this, but she has no idea how. She looks like she’s trying to…

Our little girl, Cordelia, is a happy baby. She is seven months and seventeen pounds of burbling, cheery joy. This provides me with great satisfaction. Every little bit, every tiny scrap of happiness she ever experiences, she has because of us. Everything she ever has, she has because of my…

My little baby girl, Cordelia, continues to show more signs of intelligence. Example. Before, when I tried to feed solid food to her and she didn’t want to cooperate, I would make funny noises and faces until she started to laugh. Then I’d dump a payload of oatmeal in her…

Our one and only daughter, Cordelia, cherubic bearer of all my hopes and dreams here on this Earth, just turned seven months old. Her eyes are turning brown. She can roll around. Thanks to constantly lifting her legs in the air, she has tight little baby abs. As I understand…