Dear baby,
Once again, I’m late. Once again, get used to it. I love you and I hope you still love your mama in all her lateness when you read these letters.
This last month has been chock full of milestones. Insane. So just a few days before you turned six months old you started crawling. You weren’t, however, content to just stay at that level for awhile. Oh, no. Not you. You started standing up against furniture just a matter of days after turning six months old and now that’s your favorite thing to do. Crawl up to the coffee table, pull yourself up to a stand and stare at us with happy eyes over the lip of the table. You bang your hands and toys against the table and you blow raspberries.
Another new habit of yours is taking a toy, your arm, my arm (anything really) and rub your mouth against while humming to make fascinating blubbering noises. It is one of the funniest things that I’ve ever seen and it has me laughing every time that you do it.
This last month has also seen you starting on baby food. You hated sweet potatoes at first, but loved your green beans. You also showed an extreme hatred for carrots and for peas, but even those two are now okay, I guess. You don’t make awful faces and spit it out anymore, anyway. You’ve loved all fruits so far, especially bananas and applesauce.
You are such a delight to spend time with. Everybody who spends any length of time with you remarks on your good behavior. You cry, but primarily when you’re mad. You take falls from a standing position very well and rarely get upset about it. You tolerate long visits in restaurants and are even mastering sitting in a highchair while in a restaurant and even being happy about it for a good amount of time. You are such a good girl, you have me scared to try to have another baby because I don’t see any possible way that I could be so damn lucky a second time around.
Our only downer right now is this constant teething thing. You’ve been showing signs of teething since you were three months old and you have yet to bust a tooth through. Your nights are getting rougher and you wake up in hysterics. I can only imagine the pain of teething and I’d do anything to make it go away if I could. So please, please get that tooth to cut through soon! For your sake and for our sanity.
I love you with every fiber of my being. You’re my sweet girl and I can’t imagine life without you.
All my love,
Mama
xoxoxo
