Where do I even begin?
I feel like so much has happened in the last month. (Don’t I say this every month?)
It’s official. You
were teething. You have teeth. Not just one tooth, but two absolutely
adorable teeth. Now that they have
broken through, we have less of the miserable version of you, but you still
seem to wake up often through the night.
Daddy says that thanks to the lack of sleep, I’m starting to
hallucinate, and I’m pretty sure he’s starting to think I’m crazy. Give me a little break, ok? You are also biting with your little teeth,
and it HURTS! You bite so often that
every time I go to feed you, and Quinn is around, she feels the need to remind
you, “No bite!” I appreciate her effort,
but it doesn’t seem to phase you. I hope
you grow out of it soon. I really don’t
want to have to stop nursing you. I’m
trying to learn your “clues” but you’ve thrown me a curve ball this week, and
have tricked me into thinking you’re hungry, so I go to feed you, just to have
you chomp down. Ouch!
You are well on your way to crawling. You get up on your hands and knees a lot of
the time. Sometimes you even get up on
your toes and hold it there, kind of like pushups. You are a strong little one, that’s for
sure. You can stay in that position a
lot longer than I can. You are also
sitting up for longer periods of time.
You no longer have to be propped up constantly, and you can usually last
about a minute on your own before you slouch to the side, or ease back. You are starting to try and catch your self
as well. When you roll over, you often
try to prop yourself up, but you aren’t quite there yet. You’re persistent though, so I have no doubts
that by next month you will have it down.
You are finally big enough for the bouncer, and now that we
have officially retied the swing, and you are too big and too wiggly for the
bouncy chair, it has been a semi-relief.
You only tolerate it for short amounts of time, but it gets you less
mobile. I think that’s why you can only
tolerate for so long, you start having fun with all the gadgets, and then you
realize, “hey, I can’t get out of this thing!”
It at least gives me a little break.
You have clearly said “momma” and “dada” now. Mostly it’s just babbles, but when you are
upset, you always manage to cry out “momma” and not “dada” so that’s a relief
to me! At least someone says “momma” on
a regular basis in this house!
You are growing like a weed!
At your 6-month check up (that was closer to you being 7 months) you were
19 pounds! That’s only 3 pounds lighter
than your sister is. You are wearing
mostly 9 to 12 month old clothes, so you are going through what I have stored
quickly. I have some really cute outfits
for spring and summer, but this year the weather is super strange, so I hope
they will still fit when the season is right.
You still aren’t the most awesome sleeper when it comes to
the nighttime hours. You are usually up
every 2 hours. Luckily, you are very
easy to get back to sleep, I just wish I got more of it at a time. You are definitely a morning baby. Usually when 8 o’clock rolls around, you are
up and at ‘em. Cheery, and ready to play
for the day. Again, lucky for me, you at
least take naps during the day to make up for what you’re not getting at night,
so most days I get a few moments where I can take a deep breath.
You are still so full of smiles, and not many things can
wreck your mood. You still don’t like
poopy diapers, and trust me; I don’t like your poopy diapers either. I want to cry, right along with you,
especially when you leak all over. I
thought I was doing a lot of laundry before, but it seems like I am doing
laundry every day. You just love to make
messes. Nothing gives you more joy than
your sister. I love walking into the room
hearing you both squeal and squee with joy.
Nothing could ever make a momma happier. Sometimes in the mornings when Quinn has
come into our bedroom, both of you will be in the bed with us (sometimes with
daddy, and sometimes he’s gone off to work.) I love watching you two cuddle together. Sometimes, even if I am super exhausted, I
just sit and stare at the both of you.
You make me so proud. Sometimes I
have to fight the urge to scoop you up, hold you tightly in my arms, and tell
you how much I love you. You will
probably never know how much I love you.
Even I’m amazed at how much I can love both you and your sister.
Love,
Momma
