It’s simply not true that you are six months old already, is it? As your mom, it’s been an interesting journey raising my second child. With your sister, I was so anxious for the 15th of every month to hit so I could say she was yet another month older. But with you, the 15th of the month sneaks up on me with a mixture of joy and disbelief. Joy over another month of watching you grow and learn. But disbelief over how quickly it goes. It’s almost surreal.
What I will remember most about this past month of your life is the chewing. And the drooling. And the slobber. And the spit. And the gnawing. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, you love to chew on anything you can get your hands on. Elise’s dirty bib? Mmm, tasty. Your socks? Oh, especially yummy. Your toes? Darn delicious. Daddy’s shirt? Delectable. Random fingers and hands? One of your favorites! Any time I hold you, I guarantee that you leave no less than three spit spots all over my shirt. I wear them proudly, however, like badges of motherhood survival.
You are now consistently rolling from your back to your belly, but you still haven’t mastered belly to back. Mostly because Elise rolls you back over without any effort on your part, so why would you even try? You are also nearly sitting up on your own, but see above. You do okay until you see your toes and then you topple over as you try to wrangle one or eight of them into your mouth. As far as standing up, you’ll stand on our laps, but you have no interest in doing any more than that. When I was thinking about you being six months, it struck me that your sister was standing at six months and you aren’t there yet.
And I say this not to compare you, but as a realization that smacked me upside the head – my kids are two totally different kids. Thankfully, as two of either of you would make your father and I crazy. You are constantly chattering away. If you are awake, you are babbling. Even as you are falling asleep, you babble. Non-stop. You are definitely vocally advanced. Your sister talks enough, but has always been more physically active and advanced. Two physically advanced children = crazy parents. Two vocally advanced children = crazy parents. One of each = parents hanging onto their sanity by a thread, but hanging on nonetheless.
As you move right into the second half of your first year, I feel you inching every day from infant to toddler. I know it won’t be long until you are running and talking and moving out to go to college. So I’ll hang on to each night as you fall asleep on me, your little body nestled into my arms and breathing so sweetly, and tuck these memories into my heart, for I know they go oh-so-quickly. And I’ll thank the heavens every night for blessing me with my little boy. I love you, Mommy
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