Six months, half a year, means…
-your first cold. This has greatly affected your sleep (what’s new?), much to everyone’s angst. Easily forgiven though, as a congested nose seems a very rational and logical reason not to sleep, as opposed to last month’s mystery grab bag.
-sitting up…sort of. If I prop you up, you can sit unassisted for just a few seconds! You can also sit in my lap with little help and your stomach muscles are getting noticeably stronger. Time to fatten them back up with avocado and oatmeal, I guess!
-playing with toys. The best ones are the ones you can grab with your fingers and swing around. Your favorite one seems to be a large Octopus that has also been a favorite for your sisters, too. All of this finger work means that you can grab your pacifier (attached to its clip) and place it correctly in your mouth! Win for both of us!
-you are taking better naps…at least ones longer than 45 minutes. I think we are somewhat starting to get on a good schedule. Its certainly not the one nap in the morning, one nap in the afternoon schedule I’m used to of six month babies, but it is working, for now, for us. So goes the third child they tell me!
-you are very aware of your surroundings now and will not let me rock you to sleep for naps anymore. If there are people around you, you will not eat or sleep, either. You will will yourself awake long past your bedtime to interact with the party. Extrovert? or the rites of childhood?
-you are probably ready for solids, if not for your mother dragging her feet. You are now my latest to start (the other two began around 5.5 months). Laziness on my part has delayed us, but I feel I have no more excuses after Thanksgiving. Plus, sweet potatoes are on sale and very seasonably appropriate right now, yes?
-you are getting around with ease. Rolling has become your M.O. and you can get to just about anything you set your mind to. You are rolling over, both directions, with ease now. You’ve lost the stiffness and frightened look about you when it was new. And you’ve graduated from doing it constantly, as if you were afraid you were going to forget. Now it come much more gracefully, but with purpose.
When I watch this video of you, I am instantly filled with your scent. It’s the milky smell that always seems to linger on your cheeks, combined with the Dreft scent of your clothes, and the shampooed fragrence of your downy hair. As I watch you roll on the floor, I want to kiss my favorite spot on your neck, in between folds, and pinch your doughy thighs. I want to wiggle my fingers just above your face and feel your firm little fingers, with their sharp, little fingernails, wrap around them in satisfaction. I want to push on your feet and trail your toenails back and forth across the back of my hand. And then I want to blow on your belly and make you laugh until you’re out of it. You are my baby, but you are not keeping the way you are supposed to.
Tis the season of Thanksgiving, and you are at the top of my list,