So this is what happens when you take a blogging break folks; I didn’t think much of it and then I'm looking back at June's four month photos and I realized two months in the life of a baby is basically a decade. Honestly we've gone from "baby" to little person with a personality and it's so incredible to see. I keep reminding myself that the sleepless nights and the cranky episodes have everything to do with learning and growing at warp speed. It usually does the trick & I know the harder days will become fewer and farther between and then I'll probably be wishing for the multiple cuddle sessions in the middle of the night ;)
Month five was a doozy. Mostly because Juney got two teeth. And she started the month creeping ended the month full on crawling. Personally I was able to grow a little bit too since the whole “let’s start moving around the house” phase coincides with “let’s also fall and bang our heads stage.” As a result, I’m proud to say I’ve transitioned from “FULL SCALE FIVE ALARM SHOULD WE CALL 911” to “You’re ok, right? Yes. You’re ok.” (Internal sigh of relief. Blood pressure drops).
On six months to the day we started solid foods! I never realized how much fun that would be. She started talking to her food - literally picking it up, rolling it around in her hands and making sounds at it. In early December, we went out to lunch with Mike’s parents and she sat in her very own spot at the table. The look of pride on her face as she sat there brought me to this whole new level of understanding about her little personality and I jumped a million joys for all the family meals we’re going to have together in our lifetime.
About a week before Christmas I came back into her room from filling the tub up and she was standing in her crib. Just hanging out there, chilling, a huge smile on her face. I nearly tripped trying to find my phone so I could catch a quick video of it. Now we can’t leave a room without rushing back to make sure she hasn’t fallen from whatever object she’s decided is suitable to pull herself up on. She seems intent on standing and we’re not going to stop her. But it does include a whole new level of learning how to curb the 10,000 heart attacks - I’m sure this is my mother’s way of getting back at me for the multiple trips to the ER for stitches that I put her through in my first 1.5 years of my life (Sorry mom!)
The millions of moments I want to write down and record so I don’t forget them are limitless. I know so many will fly out of my head as the years go by. I hope I don’t forget the sounds of excitement she makes as she watches the water fill in the tub. And the cute little coy looks she gives us out from under her little winter hats. Growing up is hard to do - mostly for the Mama who’s frantically trying to get through the days - because let’s face it… the days can be long - but also just trying to live in the moment as much as possible. If anyone out there has figured this one out - please send me the recipe!!