6 months down…

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My sweet little duchess turned 6 months old last week(actually, it was the same day the blog turned 3!) and it had me thinking:  within these few months, I’ve really learned quite a bit from and about her. So, I wanted to dedicate a quick post to her in honor of her half-birthday.

– You are totally different from your brother. I mean it. If there was an “opposite baby” you’d be it. He was mellow as all get-out and you are not. He tolerated other adults with a smile every once in a while, but you are a constantly flirt and give your smiles away like candy. He slept through the night; you don’t have time for little shenanigans like sleeping. He could chill out in his high seat or crib or playpen for hours and not worry about a thing; you MUST know where we are at all times, and that place better be right next to you as we hold you on our hips.

– You are a “lovey” baby. This is new territory for me, but I must have a blankie or burp cloth with you at all times or you don’t feel complete. You do have a favorite, and it’s of course the handmade one made by a wonderful online buddy. You only want the finest things. You are going to be trouble when you become a teenager.

-You talk. A lot. I blame this on your brother who insists on talking to you every waking moment. He’s an enabler, teaching you how to yell and squeal and, just recently, how to do a fake laugh. That fake laugh is killing me right now.

-You adore your brother and he adores you. I was very afraid that this wouldn’t go down the way it has, but you two have been two peas in a pod. I blame the flirting mentioned earlier.

– Kitty boy is smitten with you also. He was NOT smitten with your brother, so this was a complete surprise to me. He gives you more kisses than he ever gave me, and I’m his favorite human. I blame the flirting mentioned earlier.

– You think crawling is for the birds. It looks like you will be walking first. I think you figure if you are going to be mobile, why not skip the “baby” stuff and do what everyone else in the house does. You live life on the edge.

– You are your Mother’s daughter. Daddy got his mini-me 5 years ago, and now I have you. You even look like me when I was a baby. It’s eerie and cool at the same time. Except you have a coif of hair that I couldn’t rival. What are we gonna do with all that?

-All and all, we love ya lots. You’re cute, funny, and a riot 95% of the time. This is a problem for Mom because now I’m thinking that another one of you wouldn’t be so bad. Then you wake me up at 2:30am and I come to my senses.