On Friday, this beautiful thing was six months old. I’ve been excited about this day, because we have followed recommendations and not given her real food until she was 6 months old even though in the last week or so she had really been reaching for whatever we were eating. I was also exited for it, because I love milestones, and basically anything associated with a number.
But I realized on the day she turned six months, that I was also a little apprehensive about the next stage. She has been a ridiculously easy child. We take her places and she just looks around. She sleeps well and eats well and never spits up. We can lay her on her blanket and she will play happily for long periods of time. We can hold her and let her stand and she will laugh. She tries to talk constantly. She loves her Raggedy Ann and anything that looks like an owl. She likes her highchair, nurses easily (except for this current little biting stage) and is just generally pleasant and easy to please.
But at six months and one day, after we knew any potential effects from the six month vaccines had worn off, we took her out to eat with us at our local Mexican restaurant. I brought the high chair cover, assuming it would be our first time to use the high chair and expecting her not to be content to just sit in her car seat beside us like she did when she was little and only 5 months. But she showed us that apparently, this milestone isn’t as big of a deal for her as it is for us as she happily babbled while sitting beside me in her car seat, took in all the sights and sounds and then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
So six months and a few days later, everything continues pretty much as normal. We are still working through the biting while nursing and her poop is a little more interesting now that she is eating a little real food, but she is still the adorable curious thing she always has been.