Month Six

Happy Half-Year Birthday SweetPea!

At exactly this time six months ago, I was just realizing that I really was in labor, and planning whether to curl my hair, or shave my legs. As I'll probably tell you time and again, I didn't get a chance to do either and was a hot mess when you were born, hair sticking straight out all over. But Love, that was the best day of my life.

This month has been full of firsts for you. You took your first airplane ride, actually the first four airplane rides, of your life. You left California for the first time, met your Great-Granny for the first time, and stayed in a hotel for the first time. Which, by the way, you loved, propped up on all those pillows watching cartoons while Mommy and Papa took showers and got ready.

Some more memorable firsts you had this month were eating cereal and peas for the first time. Now Love, Mommy doesn't like peas either, but you're going to have to eat them. They are healthy for you and the whole spitting them out onto your clothes just isn't working anymore. You also cut your first tooth (sort of) this month. You've got the split gum just waiting for that little tooth to push through.

You also went to your first birthday party this month, when your cousin Josh turned 7, and you even played on the inflatable jumping thing with Mommy holding you. You went to your first Christmas party at your Tia Teresa's house, wore your first Christmas outfit, got your first Christmas pictures taken and later today you'll get your first flu shot. For that last one, I'm sorry.

Your Papa and I are still having problems getting you to sleep on your own. You have to eat at least once at night still, and since your teeth are coming in, it's harder for you to fall asleep by yourself. So this month Angel, my wish for you is that you learn, somehow, good sleep habits. I'll try my best, and I'm sure by the time you start school you'll be fighting us to sleep just a little bit longer, instead of wanting to wake up bright and early to play.

This has been a hard month Angel, between the sleep, teeth, and me having to go back to work soon. I wish I could stay home with you, but in this day and age, it's practically impossible to survive one one paycheck and keep the house. Just know that I'm doing all I can to make sure you get the best care possible while I'm at work, and I'll dedicate my waking hours to making sure you feel loved and cherished. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I love you.
Mommy.