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3.4.08

six months

and i can say that you have two teeth, because on the morning of your six-month birthday the second one broke through.

You were angelic on the plane and whenever you were well rested you were friendly and cheerful and let all sorts of people hold you - though you do make some funny faces. Your great-grandma had you laughing and laughing and laughing because she was making funny faces back. Honey, i'm so glad they all got to meet you - you've got three more great-grandparents coming up next week, too, and then all of my side of the fam after that.

And i cannot believe that you are six months old. That is half a year. Which is significantly longer than about ten minutes, which is what it feels like sometimes. Also, interestingly, i'm not ever going to be able to blame you for getting fat, because the other day a total stranger (well, friend-of-a-friend, so it wasn't totally inappropriate) called me thin, in the context of damn, she skinny, but she can eat. Nobody has ever called me skinny before. I think it is all the baby-lifting (and walking, and not having a car, and also the extra gazillion calories a day called breastfeeding). But you really like to eat proper food - one of the ways we were entertaining you on the plane was giving you an empty plastic cup to drink out of, just like Momma. And Momma would take a sip, and you would, and you would take another just to be sure, and then Momma would have another one, and that was the most fun game EVER. Except we left the little perfect-sized empty plastic red coffee cup on the plane so you have been practicing with other ones. Maybe on the way back we will smuggle one off with us because i think red is your favorite color. You always try to chew on red things.

But now you are making sleepy noises and i need to go help Grandpa put on the Ergo. You two have gone for a walk almost every day - all you have to do is look at him sideways and he'll get you anything you want. Anything. Just like nobody else we know, right?

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 14:19