The past couple of weeks have really just swept right by me and just the other night Husband commented/asked me:
"You didn't do Libbie's 8 months...?"
So today we did it! I really wish I had done this with Verity, and that adds to my resolve to keep better records of her sister during this first year in which she is constantly growing and changing.
She wasn't as thrilled about the camera as she usually is. I got that one smile out of her by singing this little song while rocking my head side to side on beat:
Libbie, Libbie, Libbie-Lou,
Libbie, Libbie, Libbie-Lou,
I sure love you!
Sung to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down."
Husband is always re-writing songs with silly lyrics that involve our family. This is the one thing guaranteed to make her smile when she's just plain had enough.
What's super cute... is when Verity sings it to her, too.
She has changed so much this past month. For one thing, her all-encompassing Mommy-love has extended to Daddy, and now we have two little girls who cry and chase after him when he leaves for work in the morning.
Libbie's getting the hang of chewing! Which is exciting. I do wish babies were a little neater with their foods (I know, a silly thing to wish, right?) because sometimes.. baths get old. And this little one gets so excited by them that she flops ands flips and slides around the tub like a giddy little porpoise and it's all I can do to get her clean and keep her from drowning.. while at the same time keeping the bottle of soap away from her mouth and her little hands from yanking the plug out of the drain.
She is all over the place.
Those tiny hands have to be among the grabbiest in the world.
Liberty didn't sleep well for a few days (and wouldn't you know it? Right when my parents were here to visit.) and I couldn't quite pinpoint why. Then she went back to sleeping great, and then next day... maneuvered her way from crawling to sitting, and pulled herself up to standing. "Oh, so that's what was going on.."
So while she can crawl, she still chooses to army crawl. It's just faster when you've been doing it for so long, I guess. She looks kinda goofy when she does it.
Probably the most hilariously pathetic part of this stage is how little foresight she has. Poor depth perception and spacial awareness.. it seems like this kid is always getting hurt. Always slipping, losing her balance, falling down, smacking her face into things, getting stuck...
It's new for me, because Verity never really went through this.
While sad to watch, I often have to choke back my laughter. Like when I come in to get her from her nap and she's standing at the edge of her crib.. and she gets so excited to see me that she starts jumping up and down... and smacks her face into the railing. Poor little babe!
My oversupply problem is finally under control, and nursing is a happy thing we share together. The last little piece to the puzzle was cutting out some galactagogues (coconut milk, coconut oil, oats, flaxseeds..) from my diet that I was unaware were effecting me so much. Within a few days things slowed down, and Libbie stopped getting drowned with a firehose of milk and thus.. stopped getting ticked off and refusing to nurse. Life is good now.
The best new thing this month has been the discovery of curls on my baby's head. She had a bit of fuzz from her sheet that got stuck in her hair and made a little knot. As I was brushing it out after her bath, her wet hair fell back to her head and landed in perfect little ringlets. I literally dropped my jaw. Then giggled. Then dashed for some product to hold those curls in.
While they do take some coaxing, they are natural and stinking adorable. This child inherited so many more of her daddy's genes than mine.. Man, if all her hair came in like this!!! Oh, gosh. I would swoon at the sight of her everyday.
And to think that before she was born I used to worry she wouldn't be as pretty as her sister.. they are each so beautiful, with their own unique traits, and I love them both so dearly.
Happy Eight Months, little love of mine.