I can’t believe it’s already been six months since my little girl was born. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday we were driving to the hospital to “meet” our little girl. Just yesterday I was falling in love again. MM still asks me sometimes if we’re going to the “hoppsital” today. And now she’s eating solid foods, rolling around the apartment at the speed of light, sleeping in her own crib and getting bigger every day.
Happy half birthday my little lady. Please don’t wake up tomorrow a teenager.
MM has had a small head cold for a couple days now. It mostly consists of a couple coughs and sniffles and the announcement that he’s “just going to rest on the couch for awhile.” He seems to find such great joy in snuggling up with a blanket and pillow to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse that I am starting to suspect it might be a “pretend” cold but you know what? I don’t really mind. It’s calm moments like this one (in between jumping around like an over-sugared Ferret) that just make you catch your breath and say, “Remember this.”
Moments like this when I try to breathe in their cuteness and commit to memory their “now”-ness so later I can remember when BB was so little she couldn’t quite crawl (not that it stops her from getting around) and MM was the proudest big brother. He is worshiped by that little sister of his. I wouldn’t be surprised if his name is her first word. She can be in the middle of the biggest hissy fit and he’ll walk up to her and say nothing in particular and she’s at peace, cooing for all the world to see.
Three has been a tough year for all of us. A lot of tantrums – a lot of changes. We could all use to “just sit down and rest” these days. But I know I’ll be missing these days before I know it.
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