Six months ago my dreams came true. Most kids dream of becoming a doctor, lawyer, princess, or something amazing. Not me. I wanted to be the mother of someone amazing. Now that I am an adult (ugh) I realize just how strange that was to be dreaming about when I was only 5 years old. Someone actually told me once that this meant I had no ambition. I think that person was just jealous that I knew what I wanted out of life and they were a 30-something year old man living with their parents and working a dead end part time job who had no idea what they wanted to be when they grew up. After 26 years, 1 month and 16 days and a whole lot of wishing and hoping and tons of patience... I finally became a mother of someone amazing.
I can't believe it's already been 6 months since I first saw her perfect little face. M has these beautiful brownish green eyes, funny little elf ears that stick out like her Dad's, the most adorable nose I have ever eskimo kissed, the chubbiest cheeks I have ever pinched, and she wakes up every morning with the wildest bed head I have ever seen. I absolutely can not get enough of her.
Every day with my chunky monkey is an adventure. She makes me laugh harder than anyone ever has. When she was a few weeks old, my mother in law asked her if she had pooped because she smelled something stinky. She sticks her finger in the side of M's diaper to open it and peek inside to check for poop when M lets out the loudest and smelliest baby fart imaginable. That's what you get for calling her stinky. M loves to give us a hard time, she is constantly reminding us that she is in charge. I remember holding her when she was about a month old, I needed to go do something so I asked her if her Daddy could hold her. She was sleeping and in her sleep she opens one eye and glares at her dad for a second, then rolls her eye and closes it. It's as if she were saying "If he has to....."! M is the LOUDEST baby you will ever meet. We call her our loud talker. The dogs are now terrified of her because every morning she can't wait to get downstairs and scream at them as loud as she possibly can. It doesn't help that she usually does this while sitting in her activity seat which puts her at eye and ear level with the poor dogs. The first time I heard M laugh, I was making fart noises while playing peek a boo with her. She let out this fantastic little chuckle and didn't stop for at least 10 minutes. I laughed so hard I almost cried. Her laughs make my day. She's bossy and demanding. I am hoping this means she will take after me and know exactly what she wants out of life and never settle for less.
When M hurts, I hurt more than I ever thought possible. I hate taking her to get her shots. My husband and I took her for her 2 month shots. I made him hold her because I knew I couldn't watch. I sat behind them and was on the verge of having a meltdown the entire time. When they finished giving her what seemed like 20 shots, my husband picked her up and she stuck out her bottom lip and began to cry. All while giving me a look that let me know she blamed me. I was traumatized.
M likes to get rowdy. She's a tough little girl. She's been sleeping in a bassinet since she was 1 month old. The bassinet has a vibration box attached to it. M figured out that all she has to do is kick the vibration box and it will turn back on. All night long, we listen to her kicking and kicking and kicking. After she kicks the box, she rests her leg on top of it, daring it to turn back off. M is very strong. An hour after I had her, she was forcefully searching for my boob. She was hungry and knew where her food was. She was so strong that she pushed her way off my shoulder and down to my boob all by herself. I started to feed her and she reached up and grabbed my finger. Thanks Mom. She has also been able to hold her head up and look around since the moment she was born. Sometimes I feel like we bypassed the first few months and she was born 6 months old. She's growing so fast. Slow down Monkey!
M is now 6 months old, she has 2 adorable bottom teeth that make her grins more precious than they already were. I didn't know that was possible. I also didn't know a person could produce as much drool as my little girl does. She is 19lbs of solid perfection and while she is very heavy, I will never get tired of holding her. I can see M at 16 begging me to stop. I never will. She is 27" which means she is 6" longer than she was when she was born and that makes her like 1/2 my size already. I'm a shorty. I think she'll be tall and thin like her Dad. Not a bad thing. We're trying to teach M to roll over. She did it once when she was 3 months old and has refused to do it on her own again. She knows how to grab her bottle and put it in her mouth but can't quite tilt it high enough to get all the milk. When we try to show her how to do it she gives us a look that says "Fine, you do it" and she lets go. She is wonderfully lazy. Maybe she won't mind me holding her when she's 16 after all. I love my lazy girl.
I want M to always be happy, healthy and safe. Aside from that.. I want her to have fun and enjoy life. I want her to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. As long as she has wants and goals then she has ambition. I love her.
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