my little snickerdoodle, you are 6 months old now. 18 lbs, 11 oz, and 28 inches of juicy goodness. this is the first time since you were born that we know your exact measurements. this is also the first time you didn't act a straight up fool during your checkup. the only time you cried was when you got your shots and no one can blame you for that; mommy hates needles too.

while some of my personality is definitely starting to show in you, you've definitely got your daddy's social skills. whenever we go out and you see people, you just smile and giggle and "talk" up a storm. it's one of many adorable things you do. we've been trying to teach you to wave but so far, you've only managed to get the raising your hand in the air part.

this past month, you've become very, very active. you are officially a roller which means i can never take my eye off of you ever again. you have tried to [and almost successfully!] roll off the changing table, mommy and daddy's bed, the sofas, the chaise, and pretty much any surface we've put you on. you haven't quite mastered the art of sitting up on your own, but you're almost there. thanks to your baby einstein activity center, you've gotten really good at standing against the table and have even tried to take some steps which has led to you taking a few bumps on the butt. when you're in your walker, you're hell on wheels. you only move backwards, but you still do a lot of damage, especially to my feet. i don't think it even occurs to you to try and move forward, because the minute i put you in the seat, you turn your little body around and off you go chasing the dog or whatever imaginary creature you're after.

you've still not really taken a liking to most of the baby foods, so we're still nursing 95% of the time. i am absolutely okay with this for two reasons: (1) i'm selfish and i'm not ready to give up breastfeeding yet and (2) feeding you those pureed baby foods is quite an event i'm not really conditioned for. pears and bananas everywhere, ava. EVERYWHERE. i don't like cleaning up the mess so daddy is pretty much responsible for those feedings. he's a big messy bear anyway so he loves it when you schlack food all over him. oh, there's a third reason, your poopy diapers become truly offensive after eating those foods. like, it's not even funny how bad you smell after eating that stuff. no, seriously, poop is generally funny until it smells that awful.

we had a few weeks of you bucking the system, but we finally got you back on a regular sleeping schedule IN YOUR CRIB! you actually made the decision a lot easier when your daddy and i woke up in the middle of the night to find you hanging over the edge the bassinet about to fall face-first onto the floor. so, yeah, buh-bye bassinet, hello pink chocolate crib. typically, you sleep from about 9pm until 7am. you wake up smiling and babbling just in time to see daddy off for work. once he's out the door, our day begins. you get all cleaned up and get your tummy full. depending on the day of the week, either you watch a baby einstein dvd while i work out, or aunt jess comes over to hang out with you while i go to dance class. i shower, you nap. then, we either go have lunch with daddy or you and i will have a girls' day out shopping, go for a walk in the neighborhood, or sit out in the front yard with some of the nice neighbors if the weather is nice. then, it's nap time for the both of us. another round of boob juice for you, then we play, play, play! by the time daddy gets home, you're pretty tired but you're just so happy to have him home that you fight those droopy eyelids for as long as possibly can. later, you and daddy make a mess of bathtime, then it's night-night you go.

today, i thought a lot about how fast these first 6 months have gone by and how much faster the next 6 will zoom by. as much as i love watching you grow, discover, and learn new things, it's also very difficult for me to let go and accepting that you're doing just that. maybe it'll get a little easier once you have a little brother or little sister for me to smother too. but i know it won't be soon before long that i wake up and you're a young woman who doesn't need her mommy as much and it truly breaks my heart. if i could press a button and keep you forever this age, i totally would. and i don't really care how demented that seems. just know that your mommy and daddy love you to itty bitty pieces no matter what.

xoxo
i love your fat jaws!

crazy mommy
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