Uh-oh… this doesn’t look good. I think we are losing her. Tickle her toes… tickle her toes…

It’s not working… Quick! Try peek-a-boo! It’s our only hope!!!

Whew, that was a close one. Well done peeps.

Let’s pack it up and head on home.

She’s 5.75 months old. Yes… the .75 months is VERY important. Because she is NOT yet 6 months old. No no no. Not yet. That would make her half a year. And that is not allowed. Not for MY baby!

This is what she looked like 5.70 months ago.

She was the sweetest newborn. And an absolute angel baby. She slept great, ate great, and would make these tiny little noises that turned her father and I into mushy little puddles of lovey dovey baby talking nonsense. She said the sweetest things… like… “ah”. I guess it was more in the WAY she said it than what she said. It was kinda like… “ah“. Oh forget it, you had to be there.

Then she did what I begged her not to do. No matter how much I begged and pleaded. She got bigger.

Pretty soon her feet stuck over the edge of her carseat. Her sleeves got shorter and shorter and the spot that her soft little head came up to on my chest kept getting higher and higher. Growing up is the cruelest part about having babies. But oh gosh. To watch her sleep, and eat and learn to use her hands and smile and laugh. It makes up for it. BARELY! But it does.

She loves to nurse, the word “bottle” does not exist in this house. Well, it does… but it’s used more like “When is this kid ever going to let me give her a bottle!?!” There’s no pacifiers anymore. Besides the rare cookie that is only amusing for 12 seconds she doesn’t want anything but mama. And that is OK with me. No really it is… ask in 3 months and it might be a different story. But for now. I’m totally down with it.

She loves her sister, the world revolves around her sister. I don’t blame her. She’s a pretty neat kid. Don’t believe me? Read part 1! She loves the water too. She is just starting to splash but the look of amazement on her face is so adorable it puts kittens to shame. She kicks her little legs and thrusts her arms out. Water is a big hit around here.

She has lots of names in this house. So far Marble is my favorite. But she also goes by…

Marmar

Maronster

Maronkey

Marmar Binks

Markypost

Martian

Marceroni and cheese

and Bubble breath!

Not really that last one. But I was just trying to shake things up a bit. Now it’s true I have only had 5…. .75 months with this little one. But I am in love. She is still so interesting to watch sleep. She is still so soft to hold. Her little eyes take my breath away and her smile brings tears to my eyes. And her her little “ah“, well… still turns me to a puddle of mush.

I love her little rooster haired mohawk. I love that she smiles at every new person she meets and I love that she squeezes my collar or hair or hand or chest (basically anything within reach) while she’s nursing and falling asleep. I love her so much. Even though it’s hard to watch them grow up it means that they are here to do the growing. I’ve learned in this life that nothing is for sure. Nothing is forever. You may never get another kiss goodnight, another tomorrow, or even another hour.  So I squeeze her tight and hold her close. I’m thankful every minute I have her and I pray for many many more.

She’s been doing this all day long. I’m really very impressed with her. And I think she’s pretty impressed with herself.

Put down your phones, don’t call CPS on me just yet! I don’t let her watch it…. very often. Besides she only loves it for approximately 2 minutes and 17 seconds.

But in  that 2 minutes and 17 seconds I can go to the bathroom, or whip up Ellie’s lunch, feed the pets, sort the laundry, make a phone call or if I’m really working fast, make a blog post. Oops… times up! And don’t worry as you can see she only watches the highest quality educational programming… like Little Shop of Horrors. I love Steve Martin.