She is perhaps the most patient, even keeled, doughy 6 month old my DNA could possibly create.
I hope I can always remember how she is on days like today. Days when we napped together, her head nuzzeled into my chest for easy access, her feet pedaling against my thighs as she soothed herself into dreams. The squeals she belts to match her sister's booming decibles, the huge flower hat she wears so proudly to elicit double digit numbers of strangers to come compliment her adorableness, the way she splashes in the tub, grinning a gummy smile, reaching for all the floaty toys with determined independence. Please, oh please, don't let me forget how her skin feels like creamed butter and how the rhythym of her breath while she sleeps lulls me like the ocean waves. Surely I won't forget the weight of her on my front as she hangs in the carrier, her head at the opportune height for me to brush kisses across her forehead as I go about my daily tasks. And I won't forget her nudging me and wimpering me out of my deep sleep to have at my leche bar twice a night, gulping in my milk with mighty swallows, silking her ears and kneading my chest as she slips back into a comforted sleep. I imagine it impossible to forget her great big smiles and coos and oogly eyes that make it easy for me to ignore the fact that she is waking me up before the sun rises. And let me never forget the way she lies on her back and in one quick swoop, hoists her feet up to her ears, gripping her toes, rolling side to side in some kind of baby ecstacy of happiness and pride at such a trick.
I can forget the diapers. I can forget the fatigue and the sheer physical effort of carrying her around day in and day out. I can forget the pureed sweet potatoes in the crevaces of everything. I can forget the trips to the doctor for shots. I can forget feeling so frumpy and unstylish, and going to the bathroom with a baby in my lap.
But I can't forget the loveliness of this six month old whose personality is sprouting from the seams.
And of all things, please oh, please don't let me lose the visceral feel and heavenly image of her cheeks, her smile, her eyes, those lovely blueberry eyes...
happy half trip around the sun, sweet Eve.
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Such a lovely post.
Indeed, what a lovely post. Oh, she is so breathtaking!
Happy 6 months, Eve.
What a beautiful daughter you have. And what a beautiful post you wrote about her.
I feel the same way about my 6 month old -- it is an adorable age, isn't it? The first year goes WAY too fast.
Happy 6 months, Evie girl. You are more adorable and delightful than words will allow.
Awesome post, Lindsey. I think we always forget the exhaustion and the shots and the diapers, thank goodness, but we have to work hard to remember all those sweet moments, too. I have had these same thoughts in the middle of the night, nursing a newborn baby, thinking I'll never get these moments back, as tired as I am, and I want to remember them forever.
Eve's gorgeous!
Truly beautiful post. Great pics!
I don't know...I think I might like to remember the bathroom trips with a baby on the lap. Thank god for elastic pants in that case!
As usual you hit the nail on the head on feelings! Happy half Birthday baby Eve
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