Seventh Month Continued …

… Continued from the previous post.

So where were we, my little package of brightness? Can you believe that it took me TEN days to get back here to finish the previous post!?! Where does my time go? There are so many moments of our time together everyday that I want to capture and freeze on this blog, but enjoying you and our precious moments together always takes a precedence over spending time on the blog recording those moments. Now though, I’ve handed you off to your father, and I have a few key points that I am going to jot down and rush back to what I do all day … run after you. Yes, literally, RUN after you. Cuz babe, you are now on the move!

Sixth month was big for us. You decided that you’d given your Mum many nights of good sleep (being that you had been an excellent night sleeper since birth) and, now, you were going to spend your days and nights practicing what you thought was most fun: rocking back and forth on your knees until your legs gave. I remember the feeling of joy seeing my little baby girl who couldn’t even flip over 2 months ago, now on her tummy, raising herself up on her fours, and wanting to move forth and reach every piece of plastic in sight so she can munch on it. It took you nearly a week to get that first step going but then it was no stopping thereafter.

You are on the move now. You have been since the 30th of December, 2011. You are now pulling up to stand too. It won’t be long before you try to walk. What the heck! Stop growing up so fast! Give me more time to enjoy each stage, yeah? Wait, no. I do want you to grow up so I can go out with you … take you to the park … go to the museum with you … take you shopping … go to the library … yep, all of that cuz we can BARELY do that rite now. Cuz my darlin’, you STILL need a nap (wait, your signature CATnap) every 2 hours. And you still hate your carseat. So, we are still homebound, unless I don’t mind a screaming baby in my backseat wanting to break free from the straps that hold her down. Another few months, everyone sympathizes with me, and I sigh with expectation of freedom. :D

Also, what’s up with all the feistiness, dude? At your sixth month doctor’s appointment, you fought with the nurse when she tried to take your measurements. No kidding. You kicked her so hard that she said that she’d never had a six month old bull fight her like that ever before. Shame on you. Really. I’ve never been so embarrassed by you before. Not even when you refused to smile at a stranger we met at a grocery store after I gloated to her that you had no stranger anxiety.  Which actually you don’t. You don’t have any stranger anxiety with anyone who looks brown. Not joking. Not with desis. Not with our Mexican friends. But bring forth a white person, your tears come down pouring faster than water out of our kitchen faucet. I am not joking at all, child. You are a racist. Yep, you heard right. Admit it before you kid yourself more. :| And nope, you do NOT get it from me. Haw!

Despite all that there is wrong with you (as reported above), I want to eat you!!!!!!!!!! Only because you are my offspring, I think. Plus you are kinda cute. Just a tad. Very little. Umm ok, a lot. :D I LOVE dressing you up in your little girly cuuuute clothes! I never thought I would but you are bringing out the girl in me. I can’t wait for you to grow up and I can’t wait to dress you up more. You are my little doll who lights up any outfit that I put on you! With some outfits though, you transform from a baby to a beautiful little girl who I always want to hold close to my heart, and never let go. One day, you will transform into a beautiful young woman from a little girl, and then a grown woman who will have a family of her own. It scares me sometimes that I won’t always be there with you to protect you, to hold you when you cry, to comfort you to sleep, to kiss you when you laugh, to hug you when you want to be hugged, to make faces at you just to make you smile, to tickle you to make you giggle, and most importantly, to let you know that you are precious. My heartbeat, always remember that you will always be Mommy’s #1. Even when Mommy is really old.  :)

My darling, I hope to see you grow  to believe in yourself especially in your strengths as a woman. Always remember that there is nothing in the world that you as a woman cannot achieve if you set your heart at it. Never let anyone make you feel insecure about your womanhood. Use your femininity to your advantage. Never be ashamed of it. Be proud. Be confident. Hold your head high. Never apologize for being beautiful. Love yourself unabashedly but never let that translate into haughtiness. Know the fine line between confidence and arrogance. Tread it carefully. Be kind to others. Always lend others a caring ear. Open your heart to those who love you. Open your heart to those who need your love. World is a beautiful place, and you, my dear, have an advantage as a woman to be completely emotionally in tune with the intricacies of our network of relationships that we spend our lifetime engrossed in. Enjoy that. Immerse yourself into the world of emotions, soak up what you want to retain, let go of unnecessary burdens, and live your life as it resides in the mind of a fairytale writer.

And all this time, do remember that Mum loves you the most. You are her princess in every fairytale that she dreams of. You are the princess who every prince of the world desires but it is in your hands to decide whether you want any prince and, if you do, the choice will always be yours. You are your own fortune maker, and I shall live to see you live my dream.

Mommy AND Daddy love you more than the world ‘love’ can express. You know that but never forget it. Loads of hugs, my alora. May you always giggle and laugh as you do when Mommy plays peek-a-boo with you. May your face always be lit up as it is when you stand up holding on to your crib rails. May you always smile and make my heart melt into mushy little pieces that I have to scoop off the floor every night before going to bed only to restart the process the next morning all over again.

I love you.

xoxoxox!

Mumumumum (as you say it now) :D

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