Half a year, wow.
As Mike and I were putting Harper in her high chair for the first time and removing the car seat attachment from her stroller, we both sort of looked at each other like “I can’t believe this is happening.” Six months definitely feels like a time of transition. Onto sitting up, rolling over, solid foods. And while I certainly don’t have any desire to return to the stress of her early babyhood, I feel a little bit like I’m not ready to move on yet. But she is, so we move on.
This month we learned that Harper can roll over. But luckily for me she doesn’t have much interest in it. It’s great to see her pushing up and sitting up more, though she’s still pretty tippy.
Still no teeth. I think I can see the bottom two right under the surface of her gums, so they’ll probably pop through soon.
We’ve had fun figuring out what makes her giggle. Sometimes it’s a barrage of kisses, sometimes clapping, sometimes her toy dog.
Though she has a million toys, her favorite objects seem to be everyday things, especially crinkly wrappers or empty water bottles.
This is what you call excellent parenting.
If five months was the month of upheaval, six months has been one of leveling out. We did some sleep training, which got her back to almost sleeping through the night. With travel and what seems like a growth spurt, she still wakes up one extra time most nights, but we can live with that. It’s funny what constitutes a good night’s sleep nowadays.
This month has given me some perspective on last month. Basically I know now that I am not a person who can live on long-term sleep deprivation and stay sane. I have to do some things to take care of myself so that I can be a good mom. There has been a lot of discussion on my moms email group about nurturing relationships while you have young children, and it’s been nice to read the suggestions for that too. I think we’re getting closer to a point of comfort in leaving Harper a little longer with someone else.
When I am finally (relatively) well-rested, I can really enjoy the time we get to spend together. These are days full of bouncing, jingling, drooling, chewing, babbling, giggling, eating and sleeping. They are full of ups and downs — bored to tears of the same toys one minute, stressed with a screamer the next minute. But I still can’t imagine being anywhere else than with my girl as she grows up.
The other day I found this photo of her from when she was really little.
I couldn’t believe how much darker her hair was then. It’s gone through every color — light brown, red, auburn — and now it’s sort of strawberry blond.
She’s cute as a button and such a charmer. I can’t wait to see what the next month will bring.