I'm not sure how, but it seems the calendar is wrong. It insists that you are 1/2 a year already. But that just can't be true. I distinctly remember your sister and aunts being much older at 6 months (albiet smaller). Maybe it's because I wanted them to grow up and I'm ok with you being my baby. I swear I'm trying really hard right to enjoy you as you are and soak up every second with you. Although you find it boring Wednesday evenings when Daddy, and H are at Godteens and Samantha is with Mimi, I really enjoy our one-on-one time together.
Also, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that you needed your space at night. I was over compensating a little, trying to make up for the sleeplessness I inflicted on your sister with my crazy ideas and struggle for a routine that I ended up going to the other extreme and made the nights long and restless for the both of us. Although you whined about it for about 5 mintues the first night, I can tell you like being able to fling your arms around, arch your back in your sleep and not have me wake you up by trying to feed you. I wish you hadn't inherited our family's tendancy to talk/cry/laugh in your sleep, but at least you come by it honestly on both sides.
I'm so proud of you for sticking with me when we worked on sitting up. Isn't it awesome?! I know you wish your arms were longer so you could reach everything in the room, but if you would just allow yourself to roll over you'd discover the freedome and ability to explore that you so badly want.
And I'm not sure who was more excited about you joining us at the dinner table, Samantha or you. At first I'd have to say your sister, but now that you get to participate in the ritual that is of digesting solid foods, I'd have to say you might have her beat. You still don't care for avocado, but most of the squash and sweet potatoes makes it into your stomach. I'm sorry that I don't have the time or energy to make your foods like I did for Sam, but since you are only waking up three times at night now, who knows what may happen on the weekends! This summer I promise to make it for you at least once.
Oh how I wish I could bottle up the joy your smile brings to everyone around you. You are so eager to smile to everyone and you already have the perfect comic timing. Someone will smile to say hi to you and juuuust when they think you're going to cry you bust out an ear to ear slobbery grin. Then everyone melts. It's so precious.
If I could request one thing. I'm so proud of you for finally learning to use your arms when you are on your belly. However, if you could maybe use some of your arm and leg muscle to help out somewhat when you are being held, you would save my back and so many trips to the chiropractor. I may as well be carrying around a 16 lb sack of potatoes with arms reeeeeeeeeeeaching for whatever I walk by. I'm glad you trust me so much to know I'll make sure you don't fall, but a little assistance would be much appreciated.
Love,
Ma-mamamamama
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| Classic wide-eyed arm flap. Cracks Sam up every time. |
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| Why we won't be taking pictures on the papysan anymore. |
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