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My Little Mac,
It seems impossible that you are six months old already. Time can be so unfair that way- it drags when you don’t want it to, and goes too fast when you wish it would just slow the heck down.
You are the happiest of babies. Its funny how little I remember of Nathan at this age- I really don’t remember him being nearly as happy and bubbly and smiley as you. You flash your gummy smile at anyone who makes eye contact. Everyone who spends any amount of time with you comments on what a great baby you are. You are always happy, you never fuss- you’re my little happy go lucky.
You are all about rolling over onto your tummy and then promptly get stuck. I’d say that you love your swing but its probably more of a “bloom where you’re planted” type sentiment. Its really your only safe zone downstairs and subsequently you get plopped in there a lot. You like to suck on your toes and stick anything within reach in your mouth. This weekend you were all upset when I took away the animal cracker bag you were so fervently chewing on.
You’ve sampled sweet potatoes (both purple and orange), peas, and pears. We’re having a bit of trouble getting you to keep your thumb out of your mouth while eating. Im not sure if it helps you swallow to be sucking your thumb or if you’re just really really dang tired at dinnertime. Either way, you give me big smiles in between bites so it must not be too bad.
You are still a terrible, no-good-very-bad napper. This is your weakness. Part of this is due to the fact that we always have places to go and people to see so there isn’t a lot of consistency in your routine. However, even on the days when we are home I can rock you to sleep and you will be dead to the world only to wake up 18 minutes later thinking you’re fully recharged (and you’re not BTW). On the upside, this has made you a fairly good sleeper at night, waking only once, sometimes twice.
You have the biggest most beautiful blue eyes and Im confident they are staying that way. You have lashes that most people would kill for and your hair which was jet black the day you were born is turning lighter and lighter. You have some unusually long wispy hairs…..your “in utero” hairs if you will, that have stuck around. And I know you’d look so much better if I just trimmed them so you looked a little more, um, even, but I cant quite bare to do it yet.
I was flipping through Nathan’s baby book yesterday looking at what he was doing at 5, 6, and 7 months. Evidently he was sitting on his own at this age, but then again, I had all the time in the world to sit with him. I also know there is a part of me that isn’t in any hurry for you to reach your milestones. I want you to stay little for as long as you can.
I’d like to say you recognize your name ‘Mackenzie’ but we call you so many other things that we may have you thoroughly confused. Whenever I do my sing-songy “Oh little Maaaaac” you get a huge grin. We still call you Kiki and Ma-kiki and Sugar and Sweet girl. Your dad calls you “her pinkness” because, well, somedays you have on a lot of pink.
This past weekend we went to a party where one of your Dad’s co-workers came to pick you up. Every time we see him he fawns all over you (he loves kids) and you happily go to him. For whatever reason, maybe you were too tired or maybe “BDC” (big daddy chocolate as he’s called around the office) was a little too much that night but you just started screaming (screaming) and had this terrified look on your face when he got too close. He picked you up and you just looked at me and screamed. While I never want you to be scared I have to tell you its the best feeling in the world to take you back in my arms and know Im the one who comforts you because Im your mom. I know how moms just make everything better, and that they can do it in a way that dad’s just can’t. There are still days that I’d still like my own mom to make everything better. Moms are the greatest thing on Earth, and Im so lucky to be yours.
I love you sweet girl,
Mom
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