My child is 6 months old.
That's half a year. Another half a year until she's a toddl--STOP. I can't take it.
I could tell you how precious and wonderful she is, but I'll sum it up by saying that after declaring I would NEVER have another baby, I told James the other night that someday I think I might want another baby. She's wooed me into wanting a house full of babies. But then, she picked THAT NIGHT and the following day to scream nonstop for no reason, which she hasn't done since the newborn days of yore, so I have since retracted my statement, and her reign as only child is secure for now.
She is chunky and squishy and smiles with her whole entire body. I am so in love with her. Forget plastic or wooden toys, she loves anything made from fabric and yarn (my child!!!). Her favorite toys are blankets and pillows. Stick a pillow in front of her and she will kick it for hours. She kicks her legs nonstop. Whenever anyone comments on it, I want to say now you know why I was so uncomfortable while pregnant! James bought her a stuffed animal dog before she was born, and it's her best friend. Her legal name is Louise, but she goes by Puppy. She's also on the verge of making friendship bracelets for Raggedy Ann.
When we were in California, she started babbling "mama," and I physically cannot handle it. She sometimes repeats it back to me now, and I fall on the floor sobbing every time. She thinks our cat hung the moon, and she completely lights up whenever Noel walks by. She only tolerates baths when James gives them to her, and she calms down immediately when we sing to her. She loves when James plays his guitar and sings to her, and I'm currently reading the Little House on the Prairie books to her. It's never too early for a little Laura Ingalls Wilder!
She loves being outside and grins every time the wind blows her hair. She was the happiest baby on the beach in California, except she screams whenever the sun is on her face (that Irish DNA coming out). She looks just like James, and no joke, already has some of his annoying mannerisms. This is proof God has a sense of humor.
Being her mother is both harder and more wonderful than I ever could have imagined. Some days I feel like we're frolicking on rainbows, and other days we scream and cry together. Whenever I think I have her figured out, she switches things up again. Our life together is a game of trial and error. I'm constantly torn between my yearning for time alone to do what I want and then desperately missing her whenever I get it. I'm so glad she's mine. I'm so glad I spend my days with her. I can't wait to keep watching her grow up, as long as she promises to live with me forever.