Seven months. Her first year is more than half over and it's pure craziness to think that in a few months time she'll be walking and I'll be making her a smash cake. Craziness, I tell you.
Have I ever told you how much I love this stage? The precious few months between fussy newborn and emerging toddler? It is glorious.
See how the light is catching her little tuft of blonde hair?It's a halo. She's practically an angel.
(Some sources define the name Evangeline as meaning "like an angel." While not the meaning we chose it for, it's certainly proved accurate.
From rolling, to scooting backwards, to worming/planking/wiggling her way around the living room floor, Hero spent the better half of last week investing serious concentrated effort in the art of forward movement. Not a lot of sleep happened. Her endless supply of spontaneous smiles began to dwindle.
Because, guys. Crawling is serious business.
Between her crawling endeavors and recent advent of speech, this kid really wore herself out.
Sleep, child. Rest your little brain. Relax your little body. Sleeeeeep...
You know what, though? I can't blame her.
I love tackling things that I can dive into like that.
I love her determination to conquer new skills. To be so driven that you can't sleep till you get it just right. Does it get any better?
It has got to be one of the best things life has to offer.
Hearing her sweet little voice call out "Mama" simply makes me melt. Seeing her look up at Husband and clearly say, "Da-da" is equally heartwarming.
I'm telling you. This stage is the best.
Everything in the mouth. Babyled weaning. Innocent exploration. Wide-eyed wonder and discovery. Giggles. Bursting with affection. The most contagious of smiles. Speed nursing.
The ability to stay in one room and play independently for a solid 30 minutes.
Oh, it is lovely.
Except when it looks like this:But even then, she's still cute.
(Why do I love photos of my kids crying and having fits? I want to remember it ALL. Plus... it's kinda funny.)
Sometime in the past couple of months, my dear Evangeline Hero started to consistently spit out her reflux meds and flashbacks from her first few months began swimming through my mind.
Please don't go back to sleeping just 5 minutes at a time. Pleeeeeease don't.
Because, WOW. That kinda sucked.
After a short while, she adjusted. We stayed off the meds and naps became a thing again. From there, I felt ready to address the nighttime sleep issue. The baby-wants-to-move-around-everywhere-in-her-sleep issue, which is really only an issue if baby is trying to sleep like this in her Momma's arms. Which, she was.
We've entered the era of crib training, my friends.
I hate it. I really hate hearing my babies cry. But how long can you function as a normal human when you're woken up multiple times per night?
About 7 months, it looks like. But then if we're including pregnancy...
Nah. Let's not go there. Suffice it to say. we're working on the sleep thing. And it's already improved quite a bit, so I have high hopes for the future of sleep in our house.
I can't put my finger on what's really made the difference this time around. There are a number of possible factors involved, but whatever the reason, I am so grateful for how much I've been able to enjoy this stage with this baby.
I've never had a harder time keeping up with dishes and laundry-- housework in general. I've never gotten so little sleep for such an extended period of time. I'm still fairly new to being a mother of three, and somehow, none of that is really stressing me out much.
I've never felt as close to any of my babies as I do to sweet little Hero. I've never felt as much joy in the little things, and in each of my children at each stage they're in, as I do right.
I've never loved being a mom as much as I do now.
People say three kids is the hardest, and after that, there's not a whole lot of difference. Evangeline's birth was my hardest. That first month postpartum-- the hardest. I had resigned myself to being content with three children. Even decided I just couldn't go through another pregnancy.
And here she comes and changes me-- changes my life.
I love her.
Can this stage of pure bliss with her please last forever?