Six Month Post (a little late)

Dear Miss Molly James,
You are six months old!!! You are actually about six months old and three weeks since I am late in writing this post.

Here are your stats - you were 17 pounds 1 ounce on checkup day. Because I forgot to write down your length and head measurements, I can't tell you what they were (oops) but what I do know is that you are perfect just as you are. You babbled to the doctor, grabbed at her stethoscope, did your little pushups on the table, army crawled along the table and stuck out your tongue. The doctor pronounced you fine as a fiddle, and then handed me a prescription for an antibiotic becuase you had a double ear infection! What??? She made a point to tell me they weren't just "a little infected." They were, in fact, "completely full of infection!" I did not see that one coming. Your big brother and sister had the occasional (rare) ear infection when they were small, but I guess this one snuck up on us. You happily sucked down the pink mixture twice daily for ten days and all is seemingly well.

Your Likes:
Nursing!
Nursing two, three, four times a night
your brother and sister
your bath
to go for a walk - not in a stroller - but held up so you can look around "like the queen!" Ansley always says


Your dislikes:
me suggesting that perhaps you should sleep longer stretches at night.
Nanny (my mom) suggesting the same. When Nanny and I were recently discussing this topic, you made sure to scowl fiercely in her direction.
food that comes off a spoon (with the exception of plain oatmeal - that you seem to approve of in small amounts)
getting out of the bath and putting on pajamas with snaps. To protest, you expertly arch your back, curl your toes and attempt to flip yourself around on the bed like a fish.


You are our little Sunshine.

We all four spend more time than I can count trying to get a smile or a babble or a big open mouth kiss. You breathe quickly when get excited. You turn to me in excitement, grab my hair and press your face to my cheek.

And, one of my favorite things, you have learned to lift your little baby arms when I hold mine out to pick you up. Pure sweetness.

You will share the bathtub with Ansley who will wash you gently from head to toe while she sings to you. Stephen will entertain you while you sit in the high chair - making you laugh out loud. Surely the compassion and tenderness and gentleness I see shining in them and out of them is party, mostly, due to you, little angel. 

You are, as Ansley has said, the queen of the living room. You go as you please and we move things as we need to. You can pick things up with both hands now, even small things that you shouldn't pick up but I suppose are tempting when you are six months old and that close to the ground. 

Your latest words:

BABABABABAB

MMMMMMMMM

We get the occasional "Da" or "Ma." We like to think that you know exactly what you are saying these days.

This is what we are saying to you, Miss Molly James. We were waiting for you, even if we didn't know it at the time. We were waiting for you. 

Happy Six Months, Miss Molly James.