April 4, 2006

Half year

I can not believe that my baby is already six months old. Last year at this time, I was just finding out that the baby did indeed have a heartbeat, after a nerve-wracking appointment where a heartbeat could not be found. It turns out, the dates were off, so that explained it. But it was completely stressful until the ultrasound confimed that a healthy baby was definitely on her way. Two years ago, I was finding out once again that I was not pregnant and was trying to put myself back together again and be hopeful for the next month. I am so happy that I have been blessed with this beautiful, healthy, and happy child.

But enough mush. . . if Lil C could talk, what would she say today?

Hello everyone,

I am six months old today. It has been a great six months. Mommy says I’m a great baby, because I rarely cry and I’m a champion sleeper. I am such a mama’s girl though, and when Mommy isn’t around, I am not a happy camper lately. (Daddy had to resort to putting me in my car seat tonight when Mommy was away, which equals instant sleep.) I love watching my big sister do just about anything. She cracks me up when she jumps and dances. I light up when I see her each morning. Sometimes she picks on me by putting a bunch of toys on my back or something, but I know she loves me. I am also in love with our cats. Today, one of them came close enough for me to reach out and grab him. That was exciting! I am starting to really talk lately too. I am not a quiet baby! I’m saying something that sounds awfully close to "mama," and Daddy is working hard on getting me to say, "dada." If his name was "ga ga" we’d be set! I love rolling across the room to see what my big sister is up to; and I’m also getting really good at spinning around on my belly and crawling like an inch worm. Mommy says I’m going to be great at karate, because I have the quadruple threat. When she leans over to get my belly, I grab two fistfuls of hair and at the same time pull my feet up to deliver a big kick. Mommy says I’ll soon have enough of her hair to make a wig. Tomorrow Mommy is going to try to feed me cereal. (I think I’d rather have spaghetti though.)

Love,

Lil C