Six months old

I can't believe it.

It's been six months since we welcomed our littlest baby girl into the world.

Six months since we first saw her little dark head and little dark eyes peer out with a grumpy glare.

Six months since the first time I cried when I held her.

Six months since The Toddler became a big sister.

Six months.

Of course, she doesn't feel that old. But it's hard to tell how old she 'feels' compared to The Toddler, largely because of the time she was in the harness.

The Bubby will roll from back to front (a lot), but very rarely goes back. She is maybe nearly close to being able to hold herself up in a sit position, but not yet. She is okay at putting food in her mouth and a real gun at eating food off a spoon.

She laughs, a lot. She was cracking up like it was amazingly hilarious when The Husband was bouncing a plastic ball outside with The Toddler in front of her yesterday. She kickes out her arms and legs when she sees me. She lights up at almost every look at her sister. She babbles and gurgles and raspberries and squeals.

She feeds 4-5 times a day now. Mostly she is in a routine of 1 early morning feed (2-5amish), 8ish, 12ish, 4ish and then to sleep (my choice, in my effort to get her to sleep through). She eats three meals a day, mostly baby mush but also baby mum-mums, toast and steamed fruit. She drinks water with her meals and loves it, smiling as soon as the cup is in her mouth and reaching out for the handles.

She holds on to toys and crinkles them. She puts a lot of things in her mouth. When she is tired she sucks her thumb, when she is extra tired she also grabs her ears or the top of her own head. Her fontanelle still pulses with her brain. She doesn't have as many neck rolls as her sister, but she is well covered nontheless. She poops like a person, not like a baby, and now 5 of her last 6 decent big poops have been presented to me while I have been changing a smaller poop.

Her hair is growing, and growing in fairer. She has a spot of stubble on the back of her head that is growing but is fun to brush against my face. She has amazing long dark eyelashes like her sister, and such expressive eyes. Her eyebrows look like her fathers, with loose hairs hanging down, but move a lot like mine. She has pinchy little grabby hands that love to hold on to my fingers. She has raised big toes that stick up like her Nanny's. She has only two folds in each thigh.

She is my baby and she is now closer to one than not.