My little angel, you are 7 months old now, I don’t know where the time has gone. I have blinked but twice since you were born and here you are trying to crawl and sit up already.
When I was told life would go even faster when I had kids, I never took it so literal, until now. I panic every time another milestone passes us by. I beg each time for them to slow down, so I can enjoy it longer because I know it will soon be over. Their baby days are fast approaching the end, and I am nowhere near prepared for that.
Missy Moo continues to amazes us everyday with her new abilities. I know she is not flying through these stages faster than anyone else’s baby but it sure does feel like it. I call it the second child syndrome, where with the first child, parents are counting each day until something new happens, and the second child comes along and we think, when did that happen?
She has mastered the sippy cup now, which took her brother twice as long to cope with. I know we shouldn’t compare children as they are all different. It’s hard not to compare with only the knowledge of when your first child did it, so it’s a surprise when the second does it faster. Maybe this is because she can watch her brother and learn by example.
People kept telling me that girls are really fussy eaters and hard to wean when I first found out I was having a girl, so I wasn’t looking forward to it. Luckily, she is doing really good with weaning. She has handled chewing solids very well. This baby can consume a few rice cakes in seconds with no trouble at all. I have always been a little nervous about choking when moving from puree to solids, but it has been smooth thus far.
Buba is starting to get jealous now, he didn’t really notice her when she first came home from the hospital. It’s only recently, now that she is eating and moving about, that he thinks, “wait a minute, that’s mine, that’s mine and so is that!” He doesn’t quite understand if Missy Moo finishes her dinner, she can have a yogurt but since he didn’t finish his, he can’t have a yogurt just because she does.
So the competition has begun!
Happy 7 Months Missy Moo! We love you!