Today you are seven months
old. Seven. Wow.
Over half a year old. Where is
the time going?
It seems like so much has changed
in the last month, but at the same time, not much has changed. I think we can chalk that up to our super
crazy month. We were all sick off and on
for a 3 ½ week period. If one of us wasn’t
sick, the other two were, and at one point we all were. On top of me and daddy working, daddy going
to school, trying to move, things going wrong at both houses putting everything
on hold, and leaving us with an uncomfortable place to live, no matter which
house we stayed at, the sickness was too much for everyone, and I’m pretty sure
we all lost some (or all) of our marbles.
I won’t lie.
You have been difficult this
month, but I attribute that to the above statements. You have been extremely clingy, to the point
where I cannot sleep a full night, because you refuse to sleep without being
held very closely. This only applies to
nighttime, and you are fine at daycare and into the evenings, but once its
bedtime, all bets are off. You turn into
a shrieking, crying, nightmare of a child.
The sad part is no one believes me because you are so good the rest of the time.
Like right now, for instance, you are happily playing on the floor, by yourself,
while I write this, and while daddy is working at the other house to get all of
our stuff packed. Come tonight, if we
even get you as far as sleeping in your swing (because there is no getting you
in your crib right now) you will wake up in 2-3 hours screaming your head off
until we take you out and bring you into bed with us. You may be little, but you manage to take up
50% of the bed, leaving daddy and I hanging off the edges.
At your 6 month check up with the
doctors, you weighed 15 ½ lbs. You are
getting to be so big. It took 3 of us
and about 5 minutes of you squirming on the scale to get that weight, and it’s
a rough estimate. That’s the number we
all saw the most often, because you were squirming so much, and trying to communicate
with everyone around you that the numbers were going crazy. Everyone commented on how pleasant you
were. You had to get shots, which is
always traumatic, but they also threw in a flu shot, which I know was a
pain. Daddy had one a few weeks earlier,
and he complained for a week about how much it hurt after the shot. Wouldn’t you know it, this was also around
the time where we “lost” all your medications for a few days, and therefore
couldn’t give you relief when you needed it.
You were not so pleasant then.
Your doctor says you need to be
on your knees and working towards crawling more, but I haven’t really listened
much to that. You are pretty mobile at
this point by army crawling or rolling around and that’s just fine with
me. You want to move your legs, not your
arms, and she told me to not let you sit in your bouncy chair, and make you
have more floor time. I say, screw
that! You love your bouncy chair, you
love bouncing, and turning around, and playing with all the toys. I understand that you need to develop, but I was
told to basically take away your favorite thing, and only use it in
emergencies, like if I had to answer the door, or go to the bathroom, and that’s
it. I think you are developing just
fine. I am not a big fan of doctors
right now, or their charts. All I’ve
read is that babies develop on their own, I’m fine with that, and I’m
patient. Hell, most things I’ve read say
you should have your first tooth right now, and while you’ve acted like you’re
going to have some soon… you’ve been doing it for months. What are they going to tell me next, that I need
to surgically make your teeth come out?
You just take your time, and do what you need to do, kiddo.
We started on solid foods this
month. Well, more solid than the cereal
that you’ve been getting in your bottle.
The first thing we tried was some acorn squash. I steamed it, and pureed it myself and you
loved it. You had it for a few days, and
with no reaction. Next we tried
butternut squash. The doctor said I needed
to start to not puree it and mash it with a fork to get you used to
chewing. I took a potato masher, and
left some chunks, and you were not thrilled with them, but ate it anyway. I think you liked the flavor of the acorn
squash better, but next time, we are moving on to another food, so let the
adventuring begin!
You “talk” more now. You say dada a lot, and daddy, of course
loves it. Sometimes you say, what sounds
like “hi, dada!” and I think that is his favorite. No momma yet, but we will get there. We were discussing tonight how you kindly
have something for each of us. I get all
the kisses, and no “momma”, and he gets all the “dada” but no kisses. It’s nice of you to share the love for each
of us individually. Every now and then
you will nibble on his nose, just like you used to, when you were hungry, and I
think that melts his heart the most
You still love your puppies, and
they love you. You giggle at them
whenever they do pretty much anything. I
don’t think Landon can wait until you can actually play with him; he gets so
excited when you do, so I know you two will have a great friendship. Bath time is still pretty much the best thing
in your world. I’m pretty sure that if
you didn’t wrinkle up like a little raisin, we could leave you in your tub for
hours, just splish-splashin’ away. You
also love to touch faces. I think you
like how each one feels different; you love to squeeze noses until they honk
(some people need a little “reminder” that that’s what happens when a nose gets
pinched) and squishing cheeks in your fingers.
You love to explore new things.
Halloween is tomorrow, and I am
so excited to dress you up for it. It is
my favorite holiday, so I hope you at least enjoy it a little bit. You are going to be a pink monster. I had picked out a frog costume for you last
year, before we knew that you were going to be a girl, but I got a 6-9 month
size, thinking it would fit you perfect, but you are still in some 0-3 month
stuff, and just barely fitting into some 3-6 month stuff, so that was pretty
much not going to happen. You will be
adorably cute no matter what though. I
just hope that the costume is comfortable so you can wear it most of the night,
so we can show you off it in, and that it doesn’t irritate you too badly.
I love you so much!
Love,
Momma
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