I realized that over the past little while I’ve done quite a bit of talking and writing about “the bad” of having a baby. The sickness. The lack of sleep. The teething. The general exhaustion.
But, you know what?
I’m loving this.
This six month stage? Ah-may-zing. So much stinkin’ fun. It’s so fun, in fact, that it is (almost) enough to make me stop being sad that she’s getting so big so fast and simply look forward to all the awesomeness that is to come. Almost, I said.
Everything she does right now is just so fun. She’s always had a shining personality but lately? It is just being displayed more and more and more. She is a little person. A silly, lovable, beautiful, kissable, delightful little person.
The constant “huuh huuh huuh” giggle that she does pretty much constantly every single day. The slobbery raspberry kisses that she plants on my cheek all through the day. The kicking of the feet and lighting up of the eyes that happens when her Dad walks through the door. The excitement at the mere mention of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. Not to mention how she arches her back and cranes her body when we’re outside so that she can see exactly where her puppy is. And how her feet kick at a speed unknown to man when she gets excited in the bathtub. There’s also the frequent attempts at perfecting downward dog. The learning to feed herself big people food. The drinking from a straw.
Need I say more?
I want to capture every little piece of her to remember her forever just like this.
Because, this age?