How can they possibly be six months old?
Dear Pea,
There is nothing in the world I love more about you than your big, open-mouthed smile. Daddy and I practically do "Rock, Paper, Scissors" just to be the one who gets to go into your room to get you up from your naps. Each of us wants to be the one to see that big sleepy smile. It's the most beautiful smile I've ever known.
You have the most contagious laugh as well and the strangest things make you chuckle. You love when I swing my pony tail around and especially love when I run up to you from far away. I love that you think I'm so funny.
You've recently begun blowing raspberries and we know when you're ready to be up for the day when we hear you making these sounds on the monitor. You don't mind the massive collection of spit that accumulates on your face when you do it and you also don't mind sharing that spit with us.
Throughout the last month, your two bottom teeth sprouted up. After a few days of irritability, we saw the tips and instantly knew why. We brush those two little teeth in the mornings and in the evenings and you love the taste of the Apple and Banana toothpaste we have for you.
You are rolling everywhere these days and we all think that you are very close to realizing that you have knees on which to crawl. Gramma thinks I should encourage you to crawl, but I don't. You have the rest of your life to be mobile. I want you all to myself for now.
Ever the studious sort, you love to stare at people and to touch them. You especially like to watch your sister when she plays and you love to hold her hand. When we feed you your bottle, you love to stare up at us and put your tiny hand on our chests, on our hands or on our faces. You soak up the details and I often wonder what you are thinking.
We have yet to find a food that you won't eat and your size is showing it. You are massive, my little man and solid as a rock. Everyone who picks you up thinks you will make a great linebacker and we have to agree. You will be bigger than us someday, this is for sure. No matter how big you get, though, you will always be my little man. As your mother, I will always have the right to tackle you in a barrage of kisses and hugs; no arguments.
Dear Chick,
You are smitten with your daddy and love to be held by him. When he walks out of the room, your eyes span the area in search of him and when he returns, your eyes light up like a million stars. When daddy comes home from work, he gets your biggest smiles of the day and he loves every second of it.
This month, you have really begun to chat up a storm. While playing with your toys, you will chatter away and, though we can't understand a word you are saying, we must admit that it sounds very interesting. Most of the time you say things like, "Da da", "Ah Goo" and "I Ga" and sometimes you mix it up by saying each in different orders. You look right into my eyes when you are talking and I talk right back to you as though I understand every word.
You have also begun to sit up unassisted. While I won't leave you on your own, you can generally sit for a good minute or so until you throw yourself backwards or sideways. It's only a matter of weeks before you are sitting up on your own completely independently.
One of the things you love to do is to grab both of your feet and pull them right up to your mouth. We've even caught you sucking on your toes during changing time. We can't really blame you, as your toes are VERY yummy.
Your big, blue eyes melt everyone's heart when they see you and mommy and daddy are included. You rarely cry, but when you do, your eyes become an even deeper blue than they normally are. You have the most beautiful and smoochable lips we have ever seen and mommy and daddy spend a lot of time kissing them. You don't really know what to do when we move in for our kisses, so you end up opening your mouth and licking us. We don't mind one single bit.
You are incredibly smart and love to figure out how things work. We've known this about you since only hours after you were born. You're a hands-on kind of girl and love to touch a feel things to figure them out.
Just like me, you are fiercely independent and it is a trait that I will want to foster in you. You like to do things for yourself, on your own terms and when it suits you best. Who can blame you? No matter how independent you are, though, I will always reserve the right to tackle you right down to the ground and smother you in kisses. It's my right as your mother and I intend on exercising it regularly.
