Happy Birthday to you
July 26, 2009 by Lisa Beth
Today, my baby turned 6 months old. It’s hard to believe, I feels like yesterday we brought her home from the hospital. Even though I have tried to savor every minute with Brooklyn as an infant, I can’t help but feel like I missed it all. Is 6 months when you stop saying you have an infant? More like a baby now, I suppose. Although she looks more and more grown up every day. Soon I will have two toddlers. Scary. For her 6 month birthday, I let her have some applesauce for breakfast. Just like rice cereal, she did not care for it. She prefers to stick to the bottle for now. She must not be ready for “solids” quite yet, and that’s fine. It keeps her my baby a little longer.
Why do my kids keep growing up so fast? Some days I look at Wyatt and wonder, “Where did the time go? Is he really going to preschool, riding a bus, and (most recently) using the potty like a big boy?” And Brooklyn is rolling all over the floor and trying her hardest to sit on her own and hold her own bottle. WHY DO MY KIDS HAVE TO BE SO DANG INDEPENDENT?
Although it is nice to not be in the “infant phase” any more with Brooklyn, I have mixed feelings. This may be it for kids for us. Chris has always been quite persistent that two kids is a good number, and now that we have one boy and one girl, I think it would be hard to talk him into any more. Not saying that I want any more RIGHT NOW, but I love my kids so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to spontaneously combust every time one of them does anything sweet or cute. (Right as I typed that, Brooklyn threw a toy at my head and laughed. What is she telling me?) And I see how much Brooklyn and Wyatt love each other already and it makes me think, if two is this great – wouldn’t one more be awesome? (Again – I need no more diapers to change at this moment, just typical mommy feelings, I suppose)
I told Wyatt this morning that it was Brooklyn’s birthday today, that she was 6 months, or half of one year. That confused him a bit. He just wanted to know where her cake was. I suppose he figured he’d get a piece for breakfast.
Patty on Sun, 26th Jul 2009 2:46 pm
Love the photos of Brookie, but why is it that you alway crop me out of the photos??