Six. Months. It makes my heart skip a little faster to think of how quickly that time has passed. Side by side with the first six months spent falling in love with Pebble’s Dad, this six months is the greatest of my life. But enough about me. Let’s talk about Pebble!
Six months old today!
Smiling broadly after waking mummy up at 5am! She’s a curious wee thing, and is now slithering on her belly or rolly-pollying around the room to get to everything new and interesting.
Pebble giggles more and more each day. Lately she giggles at seeing mummy in the mirror, funny noises that mummy makes, daddy’s upside down head and (strangely) mummy running around the bed tucking the sheets in while she lays in the centre of the quilt.
Pebble is trying to sit up. As she sits I hold my hands at her sides, ready to catch her as she becomes the leaning tower of baby. She
is sitting up like a big girl in the trolley at the supermarket now, which I think is awfully clever.
First ride in the trolley like a big girl! Pebble is chatting away to herself lots, and particularly likes to squeal at the top of her lungs. She is also learning to blow raspberries, which is very entertaining for me to watch.
Pebble is becoming more interested in other little babies, but sometimes gets a little rough with them (poor Grace didn’t see her coming).
“Hugging” her little cousin, Grace Just in the last week I’ve seen more little frowns as she is held by someone else, or when I leave the room. She is also getting more fussy about me putting her to bed, even though Daddy does it whenever he is home in time. Hopefully the separation anxiety wont become to intense for either of us.
I wonder what the next six months with bring. I can’t wait to find out!
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