6 months

Einstein was right little Roo, time is relative. Not sure if he meant it in the same way as I, but it feels like yesterday or maybe a week ago you were born. But here you are 6 months old: cooing, laughing, rolling, drooling and playing (and a lot more, but you are also time consuming so I have little time to write this letter ;)

You are such a joy and pleasure to be with. Your big blue eyes always twinkle and shine, and when you're happy you unfold a smile that's so cute and pretty, it makes the most gorgeously blooming flower on earth look like weed in desperate need of rain. This smile is also terribly infectious.

I worry about you. You sleep on your tummy. Like your brother did, the minute he could. As soon as you got the skill of rolling over down like a pro, you slept on your tummy. All medical and baby experts urge parents not to let their babies sleep on their tummies because of the possibility of SIDS. So we put you back on your back, only to let you roll back on your tummy as soon as you notice what we did. So I'll trust you on this one.

Diaper change is challenging. Not because you cry - because you don't, you don't mind getting a nice & dry diaper - it's challenging because you constantly want to lay on your tummy. And because of that I now can change a diaper while you're laying on your tummy. You're teaching mom quite a few things little girl.

On the day you turned 6 months, we started giving you rice cereal. You had no idea what to do with it. The rice cereal was everywhere, but not in your tummy. A few days later we learned you're more the pear puree type, and after a few successes with eating that, you've got the hang of eating rice cereal too. Next up in your weaning plan: apple puree, carrot puree, sweet potato puree, potato puree and green bean puree. You'll be chewing on a 5 course dinner before you know it.

Every morning when I go and wake you up (you like to sleep in late, like 9'ish, waaaay after we've all had breakfast & coffee) I feel like a little kid running down the stairs on the way to the Christmas tree on Christmas day. You are the perfect Christmas gift I get to open and play with every day.

You're my little sunshine, my endless joy, thank you for being in my life.

Mommy