Hello 6 months!

This has been a nice month for you. You’re getting so much better at all your tricks. You can sit up with little assistance and as long as you aren’t reaching for something too far away you generally don’t fall over, so good for you! You finally rolled over this week! And I was there to see it! You probably roll over all the time at the sitters, but this is the first one that I’ve heard about so we’ll say it’s the first. It was cute. You were sitting there on your tummy and then all the sudden you were on your back looking up at me like “that was weird.”


You’re really getting good at the rice cereal and I’ve feed you pears. You don’t care much for the plain pears so I’ve been mixing them into the cereal and you just scrum it up. You’re eating almost ¼ cup of cereal a day, which is great, but I don’t think it’s helping you sleep any longer. We’re still having our one a night feeding and it’s really old. I tried formula for 2 nights to see how that would work and boy howdy it’s lots more work. At 2 am. I’m not about making more work for myself at 2 am so we’ll see how this goes. But I know that your grandparents are feeding you contraband. My mother gave you ice cream. Ice cream. Made from cows milk. I think you mostly spit it out, but still, I know you’ve had gravy and who knows what else. I hope you don’t end up allergic to everything. If you do, it’s totally grandma’s fault.


Before smiles were fleeting and hard to get from you (unless you were looking at grandpa, that man can make any baby do his bidding, I think he has some kind of evil ray) but now smiles are abundant and with them can come real laughs. I don’t care how much you laugh, it always makes me giggle too, which makes you laugh harder. It’s pretty funny.


I think you’re not growing quite as fast as you were, but we’ll find out for sure tomorrow when we head to the doctors and they poke you and make you cry and maybe me too. Jerks.
The weather is really starting to warm up so you’re spending more time hanging out in your onesies with no socks on. It’s funny because now we can all see your chub rolls.


You are still very friendly, which is good because I hear that in a few months you’ll be less social but you’ll all ready know all your babysitters.
I’m trying hard to teach you to talk (big emphasis on mamama, so learn that one) but you’ll have none of it. You’re all about the ‘ah’ with the sometimes ‘ga.’ But I now know when those people on American Idol say “I was singing before I could talk” that it’s a bunch of crap. They were making long vowel sounds before they could talk, which is no indicator of vocal greatness. But I’m sure you’ll win American Idol season 35 when you’re 18 and I’ll think you’re amazing now matter what. You mostly practice your American idol tryouts on the changing table. I don’t know what it is about having a naked butt that makes you so noisy, but even when you’re half asleep in the middle of the night you still like to start singing. It makes me giggle.


It’s still tearing me up that you have your other mothers while I’m working at a job that means less than nothing to me while you grow up without me. We spend some good time together in the evenings before bed, but I still I miss so much. I feel bad for Daddy because he is working so much and I know that he misses you, yet he still doesn’t want to wake up and feed you at 3 am, he’s funny that way.


We’ve made it half a year now and so far so good, baby. Now that your 6 month probationary period is over with, I think that we’ll keep you.

Love you pretty girl,
Mama