These days, with her brother attending pre-school a couple of days a week, I get to spend time with her from the moment she wakes up until Mama returns from errands and the boy comes home. This can be a couple of hours.
So these stolen moments with the little girl have turned into a delightful re-introduction to the other wee person in our home. And just in time, too. Her little personality is starting to come through.
She smiles easily and often and she'll favor you with one for just a glance her way. She's already a master of the coquettish eye.
While she's as fragile and wobbly as a baby can be, she's also something of a brute and can be about as wriggly as a worm on a hook when she doesn't want to be held.
Judging by the way with which she zeroes in on her brother's toys and voices her disapproval of his efforts to take hers, I can see she's going to be a pistol.
But by the same token, you need only look at the way she looks at her brother to see adoration.
I pledge to pay especially close attention to these two while they're still small enough to carry.
Happy birthday, baby girl.
Contact writer Philip Maramba at phi...@dailymail.com or 304-348-1248.