6 months old.
6 months of adorable gummy smiles, of firsts, of sleepless nights.
6 months of awesome.
She’s adorable. She’s amazing. I love her, but DAMN is she different than her brother. She’s a total Mama’s girl, which while it sounds adorable is a little less than that. I love the fact that I get big smiles and the big hugs… but I also can’t really hand her off without completely traumatizing the new holder. She’s gotten better, but overnights? Still out of the question. We’ve tried it a few times and I’m surprised that my mother is still talking to me. She’s gotten a LOT more mellow than a few months ago, but apparently it STILL doesn’t apply to overnights.
EFF YOU PEOPLE I JUST WON’T EAT. AND I’LL SCREAM. A LOT.
But we’re hitting lots of milestones, with the food, and the sitting up and the talking. It’s SUPER exciting to see how much she’s changed and even though she’s still so teeny, she’s getting kinda chunky! Kind of. For her anyway. (Let’s put it this way, I’m hoping she’s cleared 13 pounds at 6 months.)
She has her first two teeth and while it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, getting them wasn’t too terrible and sleeping has been ok. Just ok. I mean, we’re not breaking any sleep records around here, but I’m getting some good stretches and I’m hoping to push her a little longer here in the next few weeks.
I think the most significant difference though between her and the Big Kid is that she’s just so… binary. (My husband’s term for it.#nerdhumor) She’s either SUPER SUPER SUPER happy or RIGHTEOUSLY pissed off. It’s a little amusing, because she’ll go from zero to sixty and it’s like, OMFGWHAAAATHAPPENED?????
It makes sense though. She is my solstice baby. Born on the shortest day of the year and 6 months old on the longest. She is my child of extremes.
This kid is high maintenance.