Baby Six Months

On the morning of Little Bird's doctor visit I was fretting.  She was six months old, but she still had not rolled over as the books said she should.  Was she delayed?  Were there other shortcomings I might not have noticed?  I would need to consult with the pediatrician!  Then, of course, she did it. With mere hours to go, she rolled over for the first time.  She was shocked and horrified to find herself on her tummy and wailed and cried until I rescued her, but I was thrilled.

The visit with the doctor turned out to be fine too.  As it happens, our girl is a little on the large side (maxing out the charts for height and weight) so it is a little tougher for her to do things like roll over and begin to crawl.  She has a lot of mass to haul around, so it may take her a little longer than smaller babies.  There's not question that all the chub is making her very strong!  The doctor says not to worry at all, and she will be on her way in no time.

At six months Little Bird is sweet, sweet, sweet with a ready smile for most everyone she meets.  She loves to watch her sister play all kinds of big girl games, and I can actually get a dinner made or a load of laundry washed just by putting her in her exersaucer next to the toy train tracks.  She likes to play with her own toys too, and we've hauled out all of Delphinium's favorites.  Taggy, Gerald and Sophie the Giraffes, and the bug jar are all getting lots of love and chewing.

Much as I wish I could say that everything is going swimmingly, there is one area where we are still having a struggle.  Sleeping.  Did you know I was going to say that?  Delphinium was a very poor napper, in the beginning at least, but she slept through the night from the seven weeks to seven months old (when teething ruined our fun).  Little Bird has slept through the night ONE time ONE TIME IN HER WHOLE LIFE!  The doctor is quick to say that she is the more typical of our two kids, and that we should not worry.  That's all fine and good, but I am TIRED.   Really, really tired.  Maybe one day soon she'll decide to sleep.  More likely,  I'll just have to keep functioning on my two remaining brain cells.