I consistently fall behind on updates about your life. So is the fate of a second born to a working mom. On the other hand, every ounce of time I find, I spend it with you, than in the solitude of a blog entry. Only when you sleep, do I make time.
That is my justification of delayed news, though when you grow up, I doubt you'll need justification, because you know you are loved. I see it when you turn your ear toward my footsteps, in your arms and legs kicking the air, ready to dart toward me, and in your bright smile watching me come close.
Last week was your 6-month checkup. Here are your new specs:
Weight: 15lb 3oz(6.9 kg).
Height: 26" (66 cm) I think the nurse measured wrong. We'll have an update in your 9 month checkup.
Head circumference: 16"
Vaccines: All up to date.
I think your nurse hates her life, and it shows in the way she vaccinates.
You are still a thumb sucker, though not as much, you barely spit anymore, you continue nursing like a little cub, you experiment with different foods at dinner time and you scream when you are sleepy but don't want to fall trap to it while we are all up and partying. Similarly your sister Zoe won't go to bed as long as you are up. So nights are long, and the time papa and I are supposed to have to
ourselves are dominated by you two. We've created two monsters.
Love,
Mommy
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