You guys. This kid.
She’s a crawling, giggling, babbling, screeching, chubby ball of fury.
I have said lots of times that the first 6 months or so of babyhood are not my favorite. (I KNOW. BABY-HATER!) But I always thought that maybe it was just because Maggie was my first time around, it was a hard adjustment. There’s very little sleep to be had. Breastfeeding. Did I mention NO SLEEP? Wondering how the heck to entertain this tiny person for hours on end when they can’t… really DO anything.
I can say now that no, it wasn’t just the First Baby Thing. The first six-ish months? Honestly? They can bite me. Eight months is where it’s at.
As insane as this newly-mobile-baby phase is, I love everything it brings along with it. I love watching her explore. I love how she shovels food into her mouth with her chubby fingers like she hasn’t eaten in WEEKS. And then grins up at me with squash in her eyebrows. I love the way she smiles at us, like she KNOWS us, and not just “Hey, a person making goofy faces at me. Cool.”
The best part by far is watching her play with her sister. And maybe torturing Maggie by stealing her toys now that Audrey can go where she wants. MWAHAHAHA.
We can’t be sure just yet, but she may have waved today. Three times. It was unprompted and kind of random, but she was definitely waving her hand around slowly and deliberately, looking at me. It was adorable, even if it wasn’t meant as a wave (but we’ll pretend it was!)
I haven’t made a big deal out of it yet because I was afraid, but I think it’s safe to say: she’s over her reflux. Two weeks ago today, we gave her the last dose of medicine. And held our breath. She’s didn’t miss a beat and has been fine since. Better than fine- she is a SERIOUSLY Happy Baby. Compared to the first 4-5 months? I never dreamed we’d be here already. It seemed so far away.
But here we are. Eight months. Crawling. Silly. Chubbbbbbbby!