How old is she?

The most frequent asked question when we are out and about is: How old is she? And as soon as I am comfortable telling them how many months old Edee is, it changes.

It feels like in a blink of an eye I looked again and my red faced, tiny little new born is on all fours. Her little red face transformed to porcelain skin. Her squeaky new born coos and caas, now mama, dada, baba, papa. Her gummed smile now holds two little teeth and I must say the site of them makes me smile EVERY time.

I'm almost freaking out every time I tell a curious stranger she's 5 months, 6 months, 7 months...
My house isn't baby proof, I'm not baby proof and I am hardly good at just being myself let alone being a Mom to more than a infant. I know my daughter needs so many things; a healthy diet, consistency, manners, good habits, etc. Can give her all of these things? (Maybe I'm just some form of vulnerable tonight.)

I sit here 10 o' clock at night, after just rocking Edee to sleep again and worry. Because worrying is what I do. Then, when I think of my daughters sweet face and how she nuzzles into me I forget about all of these things. I believe I can just love her and hope, with a bit of effort, the rest will follow.