You are 6 months old today! Half a year you’ve been in our lives, which is seemingly not very long at all, yet feels like forever in our hearts. I look at these pictures of you and your brother together and it shocks me every time… The two of you are growing so fast and I can never seem to figure out how exactly I should take in your existence. I am so honored to be your Mama.
I think you’ve hit every milestone and then some for your age, with the exception of teeth. You have had teething symptoms (and drool) since you were just a month old, but alas, no teeth. But that would be the only thing you haven’t experienced so far. You are pulling yourself up on everything you can… Popped yourself upright the second you got your bunny-hop-crawl down this past week, as if to say, though a bit wobbly, I’ve got this and I can do anything you can do… better. Okay maybe not with the sass of one upping anyone, but I do think you are eager to keep up with your big brother. This morning when you crawled into his playroom for the first time (without me stopping you) you practically cracked in half with a radiant and proud smile. You are simply a happy little lady, pleased to be here and a part of the party.
You are loving food right now. We tried some banana & brown rice porridge a couple weeks ago (at your 6mo-adjusted date) after you were smacking your mouth and getting upset when we would eat in front of you. Boy, do you love to eat. I think egg yolks are your new fav, which I have to say I never gave to your brother because we were mostly vegan when he was your age. But since mama is eating them, so are you. So bananas, brown rice, egg yolks, munching on apples, pears and nectarines, and I’m sure anything else you’d try (except prunes, that wasn’t a happy experience) are your current go-to’s. I think tomorrow we will try some sweet potato :)
This past week you also showed us that your little feelings are developing and that having things taken away from you is just plan rude. For example, you were so pleased to have gotten a hold of your brother’s astronaut-boot, that when he took it from you, you burst into tears and cried your wee heart out. This can be said for most things that you grab which (I’m quite sure) you are well-aware are not yours. Brother’s hats, cars, balls, kitchen foods, shoes, etc. are on your top-priority list to take a gander at when they are in front of you, and Lord help me, you move so fast to get them. I have accepted that I need to encourage and help you with this fast motor development, in lieu of pushing you over, but I will admit I have to stop myself from small heart attacks when I see how quickly you could get yourself from point A to B. I was not ready for all this crawling around so soon, but if your Daddy was walking at 8 months, I suppose it makes sense that you might, too.
Speaking of your Dada, you love him. You are totally mesmerized by him when he gets home from work, moving your head to get his eye contact, and staring him down with sparkles gleaming from your eyes. You love it when he plays guitar for you and getting rides in the ergo. Between Daddy, your brother, and your Grandpa, you have a way of stealing hearts. But, little lass, I will say what I think now: You are a mama’s girl. Ever since they laid you on me, we have been pretty tight. If you get even the slightest glance at me when someone else is holding you, you lean for me. It’s not that you are attached to your food, or that you can’t be independent, you just love to snuggle and I am so okay with that.
We have been co-sleeping with you since day one, but made brother’s bed back into a crib for you. Considering he has never used that bed, and you can flop off or out of your bassinet or our bed, the crib quickly became a good solution. As it turns out, you do great in there. I heard that the second child is a very different experience than the first, but I didn’t realize how much. I didn’t put your brudder in a crib until he was 7 months, and it was only ever to nap. Well last night I nursed you and laid you down in your crib while you were still awake, just to see what would happen, and you put yourself to sleep! I was so proud. It’s not that I don’t love the time I have putting your brother to bed, but as a parent of two, helping you both go to sleep takes a frightening amount of energy. So if you can continue to be easy to put to bed I would be forever grateful… You can always snuggle with mama, but you will always have more room in your own bed… Just saying!
It’s hard sometimes not to compare you and your brother. You both have the same energetic little spark, but you’re absolutely different people. Wry used to belly laugh the world over, and you really only laugh when your brother is giggling next to you. He holds a special place in your heart. You smile a whole lot, turning your head away from people in shy moments, but laughter is a special treat from you. Oh and your little legs, I could gobble them up. Dressing you up is just the best and I am always going to wish we had more time for the outfits you grew out of before they could be worn. You are in (mostly) 12month clothing now, and according to the scale at Momo’s house, you are 20lbs. And tall. You are the longest little bunny I’ve ever seen.
Well, buttercup, you are fast asleep in your crib, Dada is putting Wryman down, and I have a sink of dishes to do. The days flip by over and over again and I am just happy I had a second to get this out before another one passed by.
Lovey lovies, sweetest girl.