I need to blog more. I keep getting emails from some of you saying “I love reading your blog!” and each and every one of you are so so so kind not to follow that up with “why don’t you update more?” I love you for that. Really. The truth is, being a mom is really demanding. Whenever I do have a spare minute, I like to shower, catch up on email/blog reading/uploading photos. Writing has turned into the low man on the totem pole, as it were. But I’m going to try my hardest to change that. I really love to write.
So much has happened in our world since last month. My little girl is eating lots of fun veggies and fruits, rolling over to tummy from back, (and then back again…) sitting up all by herself, and scooting all over the place. ALL over the place. She hasn’t gotten the hang of crawling yet, but she does know she can move places if she barrel rolls or scoots on her tummy. She’s very curious. I’m not ready for her to be mobile yet. Not in that “she’s all grown up” kind of way (although, that has crossed my mind) more in that “geez, I’ve got to keep the floors so clean” kind of way. Or at least, not hazardous, which I hope they aren’t, but I can’t leave anymore items by the couch or my desk when I’m done with them. She is also babbling. Ma, Da, Ga, Ba, Ha, Hi–any variations of those, in long strings of babble. So cute! She’s said dada and mamama, but you REALLY can’t count that as her first word, because she doesn’t have any association with what they mean. My mom told me I said my first word (dada) at 5 months, but it isn’t really fair to count that. I didn’t tell her that, I just let her think I’m gifted.
Perhaps some of the funniest stuff she is doing is blowing bubbles with her spit. Yes, I know, it is gross, but also so cute. She’s trying to get her mouth to make the same movements we do when we talk, and she ends up spitting bubbles.
The six month check-up earlier this month went well. She is 16 lbs, 8 oz. and 26 3/4 inches long. She’s still in the same height and weight percentiles (roughly), so all is well. I was so proud of her when she got her shots. She didn’t cry for the first two, but the last one was a much bigger needle and she cried (but I didn’t!). She was so brave!
I’ve lost about 5 more pounds of that pesky baby weight. I can actually button up some of my pre-pregnancy pants. I didn’t say I could breathe, maybe in 10 more pounds. I’ve also decided not to worry so much about it. I’m doing all I can, and life is too short to stay out of the photos or dwell on it–my baby won’t stay a baby forever, and I never want to regret not getting sweet photographs together just because I’m bigger than I was before she was born. As it is, I wish I had taken more video of her as a tiny baby. So I’m making up for lost time.