You have graced this planet and our hearts for half a year, Scout. Cue Kool & the Gang. What's that? Oh, that weeping you hear is just me lamenting the fact that you're growing up at lightening speed rates. You'll hear it a lot as your grow up.
Biggest news this month: you can sit up by you's self. It's true. You seem way more comfortable with life now that you can sit up. Maybe you felt too vulnerable in horizontal mode. Now, you have a fighting chance against any small rodents or birds; you're at their level now, which is good, because you look like you're storing nuts in your cheeks -- I keep getting the stink eye from some squirrels in our yard. Also, my life is a lot easier with this latest milestone. And isn't that what it's really about? Me? I can just sit you down outside the bathroom whilst I answer my call from nature rather than hold you whilst I take the call. Okay, I know that sounded gross, but sometimes when a mommy has two babies, she no longer has the bladder control that she once had as a youth. So, she has little time to put you in your crib, and she feels too uncomfortable leaving you unattended whilst your big brother is around (he means well, bless his heart, but he sometimes forgets to not step on you). And I only did it a few times, okay...so, take it down a notch.
Other perks of sitting on your own: you can use high chairs in restaurants, giving you a bath is easier, taking pics of you is easier, getting you dressed is a breeze, etc.
Also, this month, we're starting you on solids. You were doing so well with nursing, and didn't seem to be hungry after you were done nursing, so I held off until you were 6 months to add anything else to your diet. We started with rice cereal, but then your deuces said deuces, so we switched you to oatmeal, which seems to have eased things, bm wise. On deck: green beans.
Finally, we've mastered the two-nap-a-day routine, and it only took us 6 months. You are actually a pro with the naps now. You take one an hour after you get up in the morning and then another one around 2:00 p.m. (which is usually about 2 hours after you get up from your morning nap). It's great, too, because I've discovered that when you don't get your solid two naps in, life, she-is-a-not-fun.
Here's a condensed version of what else has hit the air waves this last month:
- you weigh in at 18 lbs, 6 oz
- you are a snuggle bug -- when I'm rocking you before naps, you love to nuzzle your head right under my chin.
- your brother cracks you up.
- you are now smiling for strangers...I guess that rumor that you were a snob affected you.
- you'd rather play with your brother's toys.
- your brother gets upset when you try to play with his toys.
- you're super chill in the church nursery...a-thank-you-Jesus.
- you prefer to roll only from your belly to back...and actually refuse to stay on your tummy anymore.
- you gnaw on anything you can get into your mouth, so I've moved the batteries and poison out of arm's reach.
- you made yourself cry with one of your farts when I was changing you once...it was simultaneously awesome and heartbreaking.
I try to think back on life with one kid, when I thought managing was tough, and now I could probably gold medal in it in the Olympics of parenting (coming this summer). Which also makes me think I should take up juggling. And, honestly, adding two has been challenging, but I cannot...CANNOT imagine life without you (I used all caps, which means I'm being sincere...and dramatic). Your sweet little, lights up your whole face, causes you to scrunch up your shoulders smile is the nectar of the gods. It makes my soul melt...all over everything. Your coos and screeches, while they do attract dogs from near and far, are my favorites. There's nothing about you that I don't love and want to freeze in time. (Come on, flux capacitor, get invented.) You complete us. (Don't roll your eyes; Jerry Maguire is totally underrated and one of Tom Cruise's finer films. And I don't like Tom Cruise.)
Happy 6 months! I love you forever, my precious Scout!
6 months pics taken by the fabulous Jen Decker...let's give her a hand, folks.