If not for Layla, this would've been a more devastating event. I woke up at 2 am on February 12, went into her nursery, picked her up, and rocked her in the glider for 30 minutes or so. I was so incredibly happy to be so incredibly blessed to be a mother. She touched my face in the darkness as if to confirm it was me and not daddy, and went right back to sleep.
Layla reached 6 months last month. She's still an incredible baby. Still sleeping 10-11 hours straight at night, still easily pleased, still smiling and laughing at the tiniest things. She is, however, a lot more busy. She can't crawl yet, but she can inchworm and thrash around like a pro. I wonder if they have inchworm and/or thrash events in the Olympics. If so, she'd be a shoo in.
She says "dah-dah". I woke up one morning to hear her talking on the monitor. I go in and she looks at me and says "dah dah. dah.....dah. Dah Dah!" I said, "no, mahhhh-mahhhh." She blinked, put her pointer and middle fingers in her mouth and began sucking. I guess she was done talking.
At her 6 month appointment she was 15 lbs 8 oz and in the 50th percentile. 75% for height. She took her 6 month vaccinations like a pro. She was actually crying more because she didn't want her nurse to touch or look at her instead of the actual shots. Since then, she has outgrown some of her stranger anxiety. She actually lets one of my sisters hold and play with her. She'll also stay with her alone for a few hours. Other people, she can take em or leave em....mostly leave em.
Here she is doing what she loves best.
She loves all food except my homemade sweet potatoes. It's funny because she shivers with each bite like I'm feeding her manure. It kind of hurt my feelings at first, but I think it's a texture thing. I don't think I pureed it long enough or mixed in enough formula because she loves my homemade avocado.
In other news:
Grad school is a lot of work, but going well. I'm slated for a May 2011 graduation.
It's almost March and time to figure out whether I'm going back to work! Tim says no, I say I don't know. I try to avoid the issue because I feel a panic attack rising when I think of taking Layla to daycare. My, time flies. I'll know for sure by April though.
My goal is to try to update at LEAST once per month. I'll see you then!
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