Six Months of Life Post-Utero Today!

You've spent every morning for the past two weeks in the double jogging stroller with your brother and your legs have taken on the color of Maple Syrup. Which goes nice with their 'buttery' texture, as Joanna once said of your skin. Today you are six months. Six months ago, around this time (4pm) we were arriving at the W.W. Hastings hospital, where I agonized for four and a half hours more until you were born at 8:31 p.m. I didn't want to lay down. I didn't want to stand. I wanted to hang my arms around your daddy's neck and die...and then you were on my tummy and looking up at me, scared as I was, and we clung to each other to stay warm. We still do. I just snuck out of the room after nursing you to sleep...usually I succumb to the oxytocin-induced sleep and you provide the one segment of rest for my day, but today, I had so much on my mind, so much to feel like I should do and probably still won't get done, that I snuck away. I have recently wanted to describe the sweetness of sleeping with you--it's so much more than 'convenient' although to avoid questions, that's how I usually describe it. It is possibly the most precious time of my day, having your perfect little body facing mine, between my arm and my bent legs, your legs resting on mine as they will one day dangle from a park bench, and your one arm either playing with your ear or covering your eye or flung behind you, my hand usually tucked under your side...just a glimpse of the rightness of it all..

well, enough of the mushy stuff--daddy's dressing you in your polka-dot sundress I've looked forward to putting on you since Cathy Flack gave it to you--6-9 mos--so we can go celebrate Fowler-style: dinner and soft serve ice cream at Barnett's! Your brother got chocolate for the first time on his six month birthday...sadly, we have slipped you some already in recent visits. "How's that? I don't know where you put bows. She looks 80s." Your dad just carefully placed your first bow in your hair(s) and we'll see how long it lasts...I think you look more 40's. Hopefully we'll get some photos of the whole messy event...