I think this is the first month that you have stopped looking like an infant and have started to look more babyish. Subconsciously, until now, I have been able to keep telling myself that you are only four or five months old – because you still looked it. But now I have to face the music.
You are growing up.
(Your sister rocking her baby while Daddy rocks you.)
This month is also the first time that you and your sister have been able to interact more. I love seeing you two make each other laugh and love on each other. (Not so much when your sis is not so very loving.) It is a glimpse of a beautiful relationship that I will get to watch grow. I can already tell you two will get into all kinds of things together. It will be ridiculously cute though. She loves you. Even on her crabbiest mornings, (she wakes up like your Daddy.) when she sees you, she lights up and says good morning.
You are crawling all over and you like to be right in the middle of the action. If your sisters are running circles in the kitchen, you prefer to be in the middle of their sloppy circles, inches from losing one of your itty bitty fingers. You are pulling up on things now, too, but you aren’t sure how to get back down once you get up. You get very frustrated and look at me to come rescue you. Gladly.
(You and Mayah. If you two are anything like your older sisters, you’ll be good friends.)
You just decided today that you would really try baby food for the first time. I’ve been trying it out for a few weeks, but you completely hated it until tonight. Sweet potatoes were a winner. It’s kind of ridiculous how excited I was that you were actually eating instead of puking it back up on me. But it was mixed with a twinge of sadness, knowing that if you start eating food, you’ll start nursing less and less.
You still sleep with us full time. Your dad and I keep saying we’re going to start putting you in the crib at the beginning of the night, but we just can’t do it just yet. This month. Maybe.
You aren’t really making any new sounds, but you are sure as heck loud. Nana says you sound just like I did. Turns out you’re a lot like me so far.
I want you to know that you love Bella. And she loves you too. I know you won’t remember her, but she really looks out for you. I think you’ll always have a big sister in her.
I love you more than you know, sweet baby. I pray for you, and worry for you, and am thankful for you all the time.
love you, love you, love you,