The big S-I-X! There’s no mess up on the vowel selection for you filthy mind(ers). I really do mean the big six! Time is whizzing by and it’s freaking me the hell out! If there were a “pause” button, I’d press it. Instead, my kids have to suffer through the storm of kisses and hugs that could gradually lead to suffocation and anxiety. I know back off right?
Here’s the six month status on little Stevie Day. She’s flipping over like a fish on land, flopping all over the place making historical distance travel across the living room. In fact, she’s attempted to break that prison of a crib by pulling herself up with two hands and peering from the top of the rails. Shriek! The abrupt shock of it all drop kicked my heart into a mild cardiac arrest. Literally.
In other areas of lifestyle, formula was starting to get a little pricey even at $14.99 a pop, the solid food option couldn’t have come at a better time. She’s on homemade organic purees and loving it! Culinary school has stooped me back to the basics. No mother sauces need apply. I’ve always enjoyed cooking for my loved ones and cooking for her just satisfies my soul. Occasionally, Hunter gets a little jealous with the spoon feeding, but I’m curbing his spoiled ways with the back of my hand. (easy there child advocates, that was just a joke so put the phone down.)
Unlike Hunter, she’s a little gabby gabba, chatting away in her baby gibbers. In the early morning, I’ll hear her jabbing away from her crib. It’s a delightful feeling like drinking chamomile wrapped in a cashmere throw on a Sunday morning. I absolutely adore it. Her female attributes are developing quite nicely, she’s definitely female.
Until this house is sold, the kids will learn the power of sharing 101. Hunter in the toddler bed and baby in the crib, it’s cozy and it’s perfect. Alas, the largest leap of them all, sleeping through the night! Sigh. What’s that? Besides the guzzing sound of my husband snoring, that’s the sound of me knocking on wood, as we’re about to embark on the season of teething and who knows what sick and torturous acts fate has up her sleeve. Perhaps, fate may give me another “get out of teething for free” card for all of the good deeds and intentions I’ve bestowed on my fellow neighbor.
For you ladies who were afraid to make the plunge, motherhood is not only chic trendy and fashionable, but absolutely fabulous! It can get somewhat tiresome for some, but shake off that soot and get your booty out of the house. Life is rewarding just look around you. Until then, I’m embracing the coolness that is Stevie Day’s six month bench mark. Hooray. I’ve made it with just mild scrapes and bruises.
This is Shellie, “Just be thankful for what you got. Diamond in the back, sunroof top, Diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean,” back to Bob at the studio!
Posts
