So here we had 4 months of Smilla updates where she was just lazily laying around, being a baby and all. Then last month - the big milestone - sitting up all by herself and starting to crawl.
Well, nothing had prepared me for the fact, that she went straight from "I can crawl very slowly around on my baby blanket, having fun" to "sitting is for babies Mama, I'm a big girl now - I stand up if I want to"!
One evening, after putting her down in her crib (she moved from co-sleeping in our bed into her own bed on the foot of our bed at month 4) Truman yells out for me. I run upstairs thinking something is amiss, just to see Smilla standing in her crib and Truman (ever the dutiful Dad) calmly filming the whole thing with his phone.
I was close to tears. Tears of pride & joy. But mostly tears of mourning. Mourning the time that has passed so quickly. Here she is my little baby - soon she will leave for college, or so it seems..., while I'm still processing her coming out of me a few months ago.
Now, every night we hear loud screaming noises from the bedroom. Not panicky, or painful screams. Screams of determination, frustration, concentration and sheer wildness. As she keeps standing up, sometimes even with her eyes closed already, gathering her last strength, so that she won't fall asleep. Apparently, sleep is something our little girl thinks is way overrated.
In month seven Smilla started eating solids, standing up wherever she can find good grip & fighting sleep with every ounce of her tiny being. She also started licking the dog; not just the other way around any more. Her favorite game is hide and seek with Mama. Her vocal range went from quite high pitched and loud to almost unbearable. And my favorite - she discovered her own hair and keeps pulling on it, especially as she gets tired, to the point where she makes herself cry. Overall she has become a really free-spirited, wild-hearted, hard-headed little crazy baby. It is an adventure.
This is what I've learned in month 7
Don't enter a goat stable with your baby to feed the baby goats if you are not prepared to be chased by a hoard of twenty goats, that keep jumping up on you. Check underneath the rolls on your baby's chin for leftovers from dinner. Politely smile as your baby leans over her ring sling and pukes in the produce section of your favorite market. Take time for your husband and yourself - put your feet up at night, drink a glass of wine and chat about dreams you have other than teaching your baby how to ride a bike. I really say s*** a lot - this needs to stop. It doesn't matter how tired you are in the morning, no one cares but yourself. I have to sing, cuddle, kiss & dance as much as I can, with her tightly in my arm, as I have a feeling it won't be long, before she runs away.
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