This past weekend Nora celebrated her half birthday. Our sweet baby girl is 6 months old!!
Weight: 15lbs 6oz (33rd percentile)
Height: 26.5 in (71st percentile)
Head Circumference: 16.75 (56th percentile)
Nora is such a joy, I don’t even know where to begin to describe her. She is just simply full of joy and curiosity. She smiles easily, giggles at all the crazy antics constantly going on around her and spends much of her play time trying to figure out how to get her little body moving so she can keep up with her sisters. You can’t help but smile when you around her. She is so stinkin’ adorable it just melts my heart.
Her development had gone into hyper drive lately. She is rolling all over the place and has figured out she can get to things across the room by rolling to them. She is pushing up on her hands and knees and has begun rocking. She is so close to crawling it is scary. She is sitting up pretty well and can sit unassisted for short periods now. With two big sisters to keep up with it really isn’t a surprise she is trying so hard to become mobile.
We introduced solids recently and she is really enjoying trying new things. The cereal went over pretty well and she actually seems to enjoy it now! She has tried peas and sweet potatoes so far and seemed to really like both. I love her facial expressions when she tries a new food. The look of “What on earth did you just put in my month?” is priceless She already seems to be working on her pincer grasp so fingers foods probably aren’t too far off.
She had her 6 month check up today and got a the seal of “Perfect” from her doctor. We already knew she was perfect, but it is always nice to hear it from the professionals Her development is either on track or ahead in every respect and she is growing well. So much changes during this time in babyhood. They grow and develop before our eyes. This is one of my favorite ages and I can’t wait to see what comes next for Nora.
We just love her to pieces and our family truly does feel whole now that she is here.
As the mother of three little girls I find myself very intrigued by all the blog posts and articles I run into all the time, bashing all things pink and “girly”. Intrigued yes, but what I don’t find myself doing is agreeing with them.
While I completely understand their logic of not wanting to pigeon hole our girls into historically women only roles I don’t necessarily agree that letting our girls play with princesses or Barbie dolls or pink Lego is going to cause them any long term harm. The idea of toys, and play in general, is to give our kids a way to use their imaginations and explore the world through play. If playing with a doll or building a world with pink Lego or having a tea party opens up their imagination and they are having fun I don’t see the problem.
As I read all these articles that tell me I am damaging my daughter by buying her pink and purple Lego I find myself asking one simple question “Why does the color of the toy matter?” What if the world was reversed and all Lego was some variation of pink or purple or yellow and had been marketed to girls for years until one day they decided to make a set full of blues and greens and market to little boys? Would people be all up in arms over that? Would articles and blog posts be written about the over exposure of little boys to the color blue and too many masculine toys? I doubt it. And don’t even get me started on the articles talking endless about the unrealistic image of princess and Barbie dolls that make no mention of the unrealistic image of super hero toys. This world is so full of double standards.
Should we not be raising our girls to embrace who they are and what they love? Should we not be encouraging them to embrace that being feminine is strong and beautiful? I feel like teaching them that the only proper way to play with Lego is to dress like a tomboy and want to build and play with the “boy” Lego sets is going about it all wrong. Are we not teaching them that they live in a male dominated world and the only way to succeed is to act like a boy? Would we ever say the same to our boys? Would we ever tell them they need to dress in pink and play with “girl” toys. No, never.
My girls play with their dolls, and have tea parties, and build magical creations with “girly” Lego, and I’m perfectly okay with it. I try to stir clear of saying anything is a “girl” toy or a “boy”, they are all just toys. I want them to grow up and not be ashamed to embrace what they love no matter what those loves are. I want my girls to grow up and know that they are strong women, even if they love the color pink and grew up playing with princesses.
Ok, I’ll get off my soapbox now
At least 12487 times a day I find myself answering the question “Why?” The adorable , yet sometimes incredibly annoying phase of asking why about anything and everything has found its way into our home. Anna asks why about EVERYRHING, seriously everything. It doesn’t matter if she already knows the answer, she just can’t help herself she has to ask “Why???”
Me: Anna, it is time to put on your shoes and coat.
Me: Because it is time to go pick up Maya from school.
Me: Because her school day is over and it is time for her to come home.
Me: Anna it is time for lunch.
Me: Because it is noon and you said you were hungry.
Anna: Where is Nora?
Me: She is having a nap.
Me: Because she was tired.
Me: Because it is nap time and she is tired.
You get the idea. Almost every conversation we have lately carries on just like the above ad nauseam until I finally just say “Because, now stop asking why!!!”
Maya did not have a “Why” phase. Mostly I think because she already thought she knew everything I’ve heard about this phase of endless whys, but this is my first time dealing with it. When Anna started on her “why” kick a few weeks ago I thought it was pretty cute. After answering the question “Why?” 1,378,983 times in the last few weeks it no longer holds those same cute qualities. Now it just has me staring into the abyss of my permanent insanity. At night I have nightmares of being chases around by this scary little two year old monster asking my why over and over again as I ran away shouting “Because, because, because!”
In all seriousness it is still kinda cute, sometimes Why you ask, because she is still so stinkin’ cute even when annoying the crap out of me!
As Nora rapidly approaches her 6 month birthday we find ourselves in the midst of many firsts, first tastes of food included. The last few weeks I have really noticed her starting to take a big interest in watching me eat. And, if I happen to be holding her while I’m eating she often tries to grab my food or drink and is always very intently watching what I am putting in my mouth. I figured since she seemed to be showing so much interest in what we are eating I would pick up some baby cereal and give it a go.
Today was the big day. While I was at the grocery store I picked up some baby cereal and this afternoon after we picked up Maya from school I gave her her first bites of food. She was…intrigued. I seriously love the faces they make when trying new foods, especially those first few times. When you are used to strictly breast milk I can only imagine what it must be like to taste something so foreign and different.
We’ll call this first shot at eating solids a success. She didn’t love it, but she definitely didn’t hate it either. I’m guessing once she gets to the tasty foods like peas, sweet potatoes, apples and peaches she’ll be a much bigger fan!! It will be interesting to see if she so willingly opens her mouth for the spoon tomorrow
It is no secret that for a while Nora was the rockstar of sleep. She was sleeping 12 hours at night by 2 months old. She was such a good sleeper, and so consistent, that I got lulled into thinking it was a permanent thing. I let myself forget about the very common babyhood demon called sleep regression.
I am no longer in that peaceful, well rested dream world with a baby who happily sleeps away for 12 hour stretches at night. I now find myself smack dab in the middle of an exhausting sleep regression phase. Have I mentioned that I hate sleep regressions!
Starting about 3 weeks ago, right when she started rolling over and discovered that she loved to sleep on her tummy, and right around the time she came down with her first cold and ear infection, she suddenly began waking up at night. At first I thought it was maybe just random and she would go back to sleeping well once she was over her cold. But, nope, cold is gone and she is still waking at night. Some nights she’ll wake up several times and other nights just once. Some times she’ll wake and I’ll hear her talking to herself and fussing a little over the monitor for a few minutes before she drifts back to sleep. Other times her talking and fussing will turn into full blown “you better get in here right NOW!” cries. Most nights I have to go in at least once and either rock her or nurse her before she’ll go back to sleep.
Sleep regressions suck. I am exhausted. I know this is just a phase and before I know it she’ll be back to sleeping through the night (please!), but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with the sleep deprivation. My brain is mush and I often feel like I’m swimming through mud. As a result my house is less than clean and my fuse with the other girls and Lorne is short (which makes me feel super guilt). Both the other girls had sleep regressions around this age too, which lasted about a month or so. Hopefully Nora’s is much the same and we are on the tail end of it. This mama could use a full night’s rest for a change.
At least one of us gets to nap during the day to make up for the lost sleep at night