Letter 0.06

Dear Eliza Jane,

Six months already! Halfway to a year, unbelievable.

{ giraffe keeps looking smaller and smaller next to you }

This month has been a bit of a blur since it seems like every time we turn around, you’re mastering a new skill. Or refusing to sleep. Which also makes things a bit of a blur, but for a different reason and in not such a fun way.

{ ready for summer }

You’ve nailed sitting up this month. Put you anywhere, you can sit there. You’ve got mad core strength and I attribute it to all the pilates I did while pregnant with you, haha!

{ look at you }

It’s pretty awesome though to see you just sitting there; I can already see the wheels turning in your head as you are trying to figure out how to use this new skill to get things you want. You’re not exactly content to just sit there, that’s for sure.

{ future bike mechanic }

Have I mentioned before how much you love toys? Because you do. Your sister was never a super typical baby and as a result, I’m still amazed when you do typical baby things, like, love toys. You are so toy motivated. I don’t dare take you anywhere in the car without something to shove in your mouth, be it a wooden teething ring or just a random piece of plastic (haha!). I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you playing with all those sweet, natural, handmade wooden toys I bought for your sister in my quest to be the perfect earth mother. She just flat out rejected anything I bought to amuse her, but you, you love these wooden teething rings and rattles and such. Of course, you aren’t that discriminating, you’ll take any toy shaped object, wooden, plastic, paper, covered in dog hair, whatever. Builds immunity, right?

{ showing off your mad sitting up skills at the doctor’s office }

In not so good news, you also had your first ear infection this month. Not fun at all, for any member of this family! I hope this is the end of our ear infections, but somehow, I doubt it. You may look just like your daddy, but you’ve got my internal auditory canal for sure!

{ sick baby means extra mama snuggles }

More new skills this month include shrieking and communicating by blowing raspberries. You don’t really babble, but you still manage to convey exactly what you’re thinking! It was pretty funny at your six month check up because the nurse was asking if you make the “ma, ba, da” sounds and I had to stop and think before I said no. You’re so verbal, it never occurred to me that you weren’t making those actual sounds.

{ daddy got bored at bathtime }

I mentioned before that your sleep has gone down the drain a bit, and we’re trying to just roll with it, but we’d love it if you’d, you know, like sleep again. I think that you like waking us up in the middle of the night because it’s the only time you get to be the center of attention. It always makes me laugh (and cry on the inside) when you’re nursing and as you start to doze off, look up at me with these sweet sleepy eyes, then blow the worlds biggest raspberry and cover us both with milk.

{ does this look like the face of a kid who is ready to be asleep at 2 a.m. }

Your favorite person in the world is still your sister. In your eyes, she can do no wrong. She’s also thrilled that you can sit up so well now and that you like to play with toys. As long as you don’t want to play with her toys (and sadly, she thinks most of the toys are her toys.) It doesn’t seem to bother you though and you usually get her back with a well timed hair grab. I love watching the two of you together and while I know my life is going to exponentially more difficult, I can’t wait for you to start crawling and starting all those adventures that will come with that.

{ sharing playmat time with your sister }

I want to be sad, and I am just a little bit, about you turning six months old. But I just can’t wait to see what the next six months bring – crawling, walking, talking, mischief galore I’m sure. I love you so much, baby of mine.

{ smootches }

Love,

Mama

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