I find myself talking and writing more often about my big kid, Rainbow. She’s more vocal, and she does the funniest stuff. It’s easy to over look my littlest little, Rocket.
She’s sitting on my lap right now as I type this with one hand. She smiles and bounces and waves her arms around. I offer her a toy and she reaches out for it and gurgles and coos.
I’m thinking six months is just the perfect age. She’s not a newborn anymore, now she’s fun and interactive. She sits up on her own, sort of, but she’s not motoring around yet. She is interested in toys now and can keep herself occupied for entire minutes at a time. Which means I can finally take a potty break without having to try and coordinate with nap times.
She is picking up some of the sign language and starting to sign back, if somewhat inconsistently. So far she has signed milk, eat, more, and daddy. She seems to think the sign for milk also means mom.
She adores her big sister and follows her every move raptly. Pretty much anything that Rainbow does can set her off in a fit of giggles. At the best of moments, when I can get the two to play nicely together, it’s awesome. The rest of the time I just try and keep the big one from injuring the little one.
We’ve got the whole breast-feeding thing down pat. I no longer have to take her off and relatch. We can do this in our sleep, quite literally. No teeth yet, so I don’t have to deal with her biting me. When we’re nursing she likes to hold my hand or reach up and pat my cheek.
She loves music. When I rock her in the chair and sing to her she sings back. Nursing and with her mouth full, she has this sort of off-tune Pooh-Bear hum. It’s disgustingly cute.
Part of me wishes I could keep her at this age for ever… the other part is looking forward to moving on to that whole sleeping through the night thing.
What stage are you and your little ones in?