This is getting GOOOOD

You can't do the Lasso with Psy and that makes you super frustrated and mad.

BUT

You learned how to fist bump and you love it.

Thanks for being boss.

6 months is really 5

Tomorrow morning we have our 6 month meeting with Ms Mary and Ms Carrie to talk about how everything is going and to write up a new Family Service Plan. I kept saying that I couldn't believe it's been 6mos and then I realized, it hasn't been. There was about a month lapse between when we had your evaluation and when we were actually assigned to an agency. Rules are rules though, so a 6 month meeting it is.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, you've made A LOT of progress since May, but I have no idea where you are in realtionship to where your vocabulary and communication "should" be. I worry about things like services stopping, that gets me very nervous. I've seen a whole new you now that you can tell me more about the world around you and I love it. I don't want that to stop.

Let's not think about all of the things that make me crazy, let's talk about all the new and awesome you say.


Airplane
All Gone
Bounce
Box
Car
Cool
Duck
Get Him
Good Job
Got You
It's stuck
Jump
Hand
Head
Help
Hey
Mine
Oh no
Ok
Pig
Please
Pull
Pumpkin
Rock
Sorry
See You [Later]
Slide
Sun
Train
Wait
Water
Whoa
Where did it go


All of that adds up to super amazing as far as I'm concerned. With the help of Ms Mary and me CONSTATNLY talking to you, your vocabulary has more than doubled. Let's keep this crazyness up.

What does Mommy love feel like?

Boredom.

Here I sit, bored outta my SKULL because you're in the middle of a nap-a-thon and I want to play.

Dishes are done.
Laundry is drying.
Toys are picked up.
Rugs vacuumed.

WAKE UP!

This isn't going to be fun, for anyone.

Your 2 year well visit was this morning.

We have a referal for a Pediatric GI in Buffalo and an order for bloodwork, I'm not looking forward to either appointment.

You're still tall and you're still down some weight. I figure it's not easy to pack the pounds on anymore. Since you're ALWAYS running around and jumping and dancing any chance you get.

Hopefully we can get all of our questions answered without a stay in the hospital. Having you in there for anything makes me very nervous.

I can't believe I'm one of those moms.

Right now your room looks like more of a mess than anything really- but let's ignore that fact for a moment.

It's not really a room for a baby anymore. I won't say it makes me sad, because I'm not actually sad, it's a bittersweet feeling. While I miss the littlest you, I love the silly dizzy you I have today. I already love the cranky sad pants you'll be tomorrow. I didn't get sad when I'd have to box up your clothes because you'd outgrown them. But looking at some of the clothes makes me melancholy. I stare at them and I want the little you back. I didn't get sad when we had to pack up the jumperoo or swing either and when I see those disassembled in the basement I don't even feel a twinge. I smile and think about how furiously you jumped the day you learned how to. I think about you s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g as far as you could to touch the fish. I remember you holding on to those same fish for dear life- I thought you were going to break them off!

Out of all the things of yours I've had to put in your closet or in to a box or bin in the basement- the changing pad gets me. Without it, you're not a baby. You're well over 30lbs and I haven't been using it other than first thing in the morning for over a month; packing it away is long over due.
There are moments that I wish I could hold on to forever- and to a degree. I hope that this accomplishes that for me and for you. I don't want you to have the ache I do. I want something tangible for you when you wonder about your childhood. While I know you can't actually touch the internet, not in 2011 anyways, this does serve as a record of events. So that's a start.

I got a little lost.

So let's rehash the food list shall we? Because I don't think I was the best at posting them all here, and now that we're in combo land I really do need to remember. I gave you a food trial of blueberries twice because I forgot.

Rice Cereal
Oatmeal
Apples
Apricots
Bananas
Blackberries
Blueberries
Bread, White and Whole Wheat
Cherries
Corn
Pasta
Peaches
Pears
Potatoes
Prunes
Raspberries
Squash
Strawberries
Sweet Potatoes

Sharing

Your father clearly loves you more than I do. He shares with you. I do not. I must be a hate monger.

I've said on several occasions to him that he shouldn't or can't eat things in front of you that he won't or can't share with you. Tonight he interpreted this in an interesting fashion.

He gave you a freezie pop.

Oh you cutie patootie you!

Today, I took you to have pictures taken. I wasn't sure how you'd do since the school pictures didn't go so well- you didn't want to look at the camera. HOWEVER! After a little singing from me and a quick snack, you were a cheerful ball of fabulous. You tried to eat the colored easter eggs as well as the grass from the basket, but you try to lick everything these days. So I shouldn't have been surprised.

ohboy

This morning I gave you a literal crumb of toast with cinamon and sugar on it. You kept stretching to see what I was eating and leaning towards me with your mouth open. You seemed a bit put off by it at first, I'm sure that had more to do with the dry and crunchy of it all.
But later this afternoon I tried again. Only this time I made you your own slice of toast and I cut it up in to little cubes. I'll give you a dollar if you can guess what you did with them.

Take your time, I'll wait.












You crammed as many as you could hold in to your mouth. I had to start giving them to you 3-4 at a time. Any more than that and you would be rubbing fistfuls of buttered toast all over your face.
I think you have a new favorite food.

The beginning of the end...

You got real food tonight. You were craning your neck to see what your dad was putting on his plate- you were very mad that he wouldn't share. You kept getting louder so I figured, what the hell, give her a potato.

I did.
You loved it.

I'm pretty sure there's no turning back now.

Double Combo, punch!

Second stage foods come in a lot of strange combinations. Some of them have multiple new foods in them, so that means we have to avoid a lot of the fruits for now until we can single out the new foods in them. Which is oddly harder to do with the fruits than it is with the vegs.
I digress...
Corn. While you can eat it, it gets into some serious fights with your digestive tract. So we'll probably stay away from it for a while.

Really?

Did you really just do that? Yes, you did.

You split your first pair of pants. It was the first time you wore them, which makes me not so happy. So I guess I need to borrow a sewing machine to fix them now- because that outfit is super cute.

Blueberries

...have been conquered.
Although, you didn't get straight blueberries. They come mixed with apples and we added pears or banans to the mix as well. But you still ate 'em!

I'm going to regret this later I'm sure...

We gave you prunes. Not to fulfill a want. But to fulfill a need.

You could care less, you think they're delicious.

Six Months

You've made it to another milestone: Your very first Half Birthday, congratulations.

Somewhere in the last month you became very, VERY demonstrative of your feelings. I shouldn't find your irritated grunts and moans as funny as I do. But someday, god willing, when you have children of your own you will understand. It's been a very busy month for you. You seem to be convinced that the big kid's stuff is way better than yours, and god dammit, you want it.

You're still in the 95^th%ile for head height and weight! You just won't quit. You're 20lbs 9oz and 30in tall.


Margaret CAN:

• pass things from hand to hand
• pick up small objects
•  sit completely unassisted
•  roll [back to front AND front to back, but only when she feels like it]
• feed herself!

Margaret likes:

• grown up food and still wants you to share
• her sippee cup, especially if it has apple juice
• Puffs!
• fresh peaches and cherries
• the sounds: oink, quack and woof
• Sid the Science Kid
• Sesame Street

Margaret does not like:

• people who won't share grown up food, yes sometimes that includes me
• reclining, she will sit herself up or use toy bars to pull herself to a seated position if put in a bouncer or infant rocker- this is most distressing
• the sounds: neigh, moo and cluck

You've come a long way baby and I super, duper, ouper, schmooper love you.

An unfortunate first

We've finally found something that you are not head over heels for. Grape Juice. I didn't give you straight juice, it was mixed with water.
Oh well, lesson learned.

Happy Birthday to Meeeee!

No one is going to believe me- because I can't take a picture to prove it. But you have real teeth now. They're sharp. Before it was something you could feel, not see. Now they are OH so visible.

For my birthday you gave me a bite. A love nibble, if you will.
Thank you for that.

I'm not so sure I'm down with you getting two at once though. I'm hoping we don't have to do all of your teeth 2 at a time, that might get uncomfortable.
For everyone.

Oh dear

Tonight was bath number two in your new duck tub, you actally got to play for a while before we broke out the soap and made some bubbles. That might have been a mistake on my part, because you figured out how to spalsh. quite a bit. And you loved it.

I think I'm in trouble.

You+Food=Love

We gave you a mesh feeder with some peaches in it Sunday night- you weren't too sure at first, but I blame most of that on the fact that the peaches were frozen. After a few minutes you decided that you loved it and it should never leave your face.
Since you did so well with it Sunday we tried it again tonight, first with peaches and then with cherries. This time went much better than last time and we found out that you love cherries. I had a HOLYCRAP moment while you were jammin' on the cherries though. I forgot that I'd switched out the peaches for cherries- and when I saw red goo on your bib and running down your arm I thought you were bleeding. As soon as I touched your arm I realized what it was, super sticky cherry juice and goo.

We're taking the first steps to independent feeding and that's got me pretty excited.

You're making me crazy.

I haven't been able to find a pair of your pants for quite some time now. Ok, I lied, it's only been a week. But I also can't seem to catch you rolling from your stomach to your back. I've watched you roll tummy/back several times. And I don't count the speed rolling you did a few weeks ago as a real back/tummy roll- I think you were doing a physics experiment. Miss Meg would be proud.
While I'm on the quest for pants I have managed to find out that I can fit into some of my pre-baby jeans and I found your long lost taggie and mitten... just in time for spring.