*Sigh.*
Her babyhood is halfway gone.
I seriously want to cry. But instead it is time to write about the awesomeness that is Kennedy Rae at half-a-year old.
This is Kennedy right now, at this very moment, playing in her jumperoo. She is going back and forth from being as happy as can be to extremely angry whenever she gets frustrated because she can't figure out how to get the toys in her mouth. You can't see it, but she's wearing a Metallica onesie. Of course.
This girl loves to be loud. Even when she's not crying, her happy "baby talk" babbling is more similar to opera singing than anything else. And when she's mad? Well...it's intense. I have had several different people comment on how incredibly loud and high pitched her cry is, and how she's destined to be a talented soprano. With the first stages of teething going on right now, there have been days where her crying has literally caused me to get migraines. I'll jokingly remind her of that fact every day when she's performing at the Met someday.
Within the past week she has just about outgrown all of her 0-3 sized clothes, meaning she is still a full size smaller than her age. Everyone keeps saying how little she is, yet Pete and I can only see how much bigger she is getting every single day. Compared to the tiny newborn we had just a few months ago, she has filled out tremendously. She has chubby squirrel cheeks, adorable thunder thighs, and Tootsie Roll arms. I miss the tinyness of her, but the chunkiness is just so dang cute.
The growth from five to six months has been the greatest by far. In just the past few weeks she has learned to sit by herself, pick up and play with toys, grab for my shirt when she's hungry and push all the way up on her arms when she's laying on her stomach (which she still hates vehemently). She still has yet to start rolling over...a fact we are a bit worried the pediatrician is going to be concerned about at her checkup on Wednesday...but we're hoping that her incredible strength when it comes to sitting makes up for it. I wouldn't be surprised if she becomes one of those kids who skip crawling altogether and just start walking, because she has no desire to be horizontal unless she's sleeping. We gave her brown rice cereal for the first time two days ago, and she was so excited about it. She still hasn't quite figured out how to actually eat it, but she was happy about it nonetheless.
She does not sleep very well at night anymore, but she loves to take naps during the day as long as I lie down with her. We've tried putting a shirt of mine in her crib, using white noise, swaddling, unswaddling, etc., but nothing seems to work except putting her in bed with me. Not quite sure what we're going to do about that, but I'm reading a book about it, so at least there's that.
Baby Bean still hates being in the car, which made for an awful road trip to Arizona last month and nixed our plans to go to Disneyland this summer and Illinois this fall. She loves watching Baby Einstein, which is the only way we mange can manage to to take her shopping or to Nathan and Angela's house. And we survive church every week only thanks to the fact that so many wonderful friends fight over whose turn it is to hold her. Such a little princess.
Ryan makes Kennedy laugh more than anyone else. All he has to do is laugh himself and she just cracks up. She is so in love with him. She watches him play like she's a scientist observing a research subject and she turns her head to him the minute she hears his voice in a room. He loves the fact that he can somewhat play with her now by handing her toys and picking them back up after she throws them, and he loves to read to her. A couple days ago I was upstairs doing something while they were both downstairs (she was laying on her play mat) when she started crying. I head Ryan try to give her some toys, and when she continued crying, I heard him say "Please don't be sad, Baby, I love you!" It melted my heart.
I would do anything if I could just hit the pause button on life, or at least slow it down a little bit. My baby girl is growing too fast and the time flies too quickly. We are halfway to one year old already - when it seems like just yesterday I was holding her tiny body on top of my chest in the hospital. Where did it all go? I think this feeling is why women choose to keep having more babies. I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it. Shhh, don't tell Pete.
Six months gone. Six months left before we have a toddler on our hands. Stop, time. Just stop. I'm not ready.
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| January 29, 2013 |
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