Dear McKenna,
How has half a year gone by??
Part of my disbelief is grounded in the fact that it’s been 6 months and I have yet to receive your share of rent...
What you lack in mortgage contribution you definitely make up in fun...
- You are iffy about eating baby food and, if you do, you prefer your food cold
- You’re taking in more around you and grabbing at things (including mommy’s hair and splurge necklaces... expensive taste already 😬)
- You can: Shake a rattle, kick half the water out of the bathtub and kick your aquarium on in your crib
- You love: bouncing, talking to your brother and watching him jump, applesauce, clapping, wrapping your toes around my hands when you eat, and when we sing “monkeys jumping on the bed”
While you’re generally pretty chill about things, you’ve definitely let me know that you’ll be talking to your therapist about:
- The fact that we put you in a fairly expensive activity chair... you know... so you could play.
- I made the grave mistake of giving you food instead of giving you... food. The level of displeasure was noted and now we do formula first, then baby food.
- We put you to bed when you were sound asleep.
Meanwhile, you did your fair share of therapy-inducing trauma too:
- Your daddy has had to untangle your death grip... from my hair.
- I spent 45 minutes getting you bathed, lotioned, and dressed cute for an outing... you pooped up your back. I got you all cleaned up and changed. You puked. We didn’t go out.
- Daylight savings time. Enough. Said.
You continue to grow like a weed and we love seeing the little person you’re becoming sweet girl.
xoxo,
Mommy and Daddy
