Hello everyone !
Yes, I know this post is grossly, grossly overdue as Sophie-doll is already nearly 6 months and 2 weeks old !
Better late than never, I say >.< and I’m sure she will understand if Mama misses her monthly milestone updates once in a while, if only because I was spending that extra time singing nursery rhymes with her and bouncing her on my lap while she contentedly chews on her fingers.
Sophie Rose at 6 months is…
So so so smiley! Every morning is such a delight now. K leaves her on our bed everyone morning just before he leaves for work, and she’ll usually entertain herself for about an hour before I wake up 🙂 These days, instead of just playing with her toys, she reaches out for my face, patting it to wake me up (sometimes head butting me, which I’ve got to say, is far more effective).
And when she finally gets me to grumpily open my crusty eyes, she rewards me with a wonderful, beaming, two-tooth smile so joyous that I cannot help but laugh at how pure and lovely this little being God saw fit to bless me with is.
Of course, it swings both ways.
At six months, Sophie Rose has learned that screeching loudly will most likely get her her way. The other Mummies in our Easties group say their babies are doing the exact same thing, having probably just discovered “scream” in the list of sounds they can make to get their needs succintly communicated to their apparently clueless parentals.
So far, she’s limited her screeching to the confines of our car, but most recently, a horrible non-stop screaming incident – thereafter known as The First Meltdown – happened at Hatched over a very lousy breakfast (sour eggs, burnt tortillas, overpriced). Oh, she screeched. She arched her back, yelled, flung her soft toys to the ground and screamed her tiny lungs out, before hurling herself at my shoulder and sobbing loudly until I left the restaurant to soothe her.
On hind sight, I think the accoustics of Hatched (echoes, loud noises) may have freaked her out. But at that moment, I was completely helpless and quite humiliated by the stares we were getting.
She also screams before bed time, hoping we will rock her to sleep, but her Papa isn’t having any of that. After a few nights of angry, indignant sobbing, she’s finally given up, Thank God.
She can easily flip onto her back and onto her front now, but still absolutely hates tummy time and shows no indication of wanting to learn how to crawl. However, her growing interest in toys and objects have on some occasions encouraged her to stay on her tummy longer and push herself up in a bid to reach the coveted item.
Fine motor skills have completely exceeded our hopes ! She can now grip things, especially food, between her thumb and forefinger before placing it neatly into her mouth. She can also very daintily pluck her pacifier out of her mouth, examine it closely, and pop it back again. When she’s really hungry, she will willingly hold her own bottle, but most times, makes her minions (parents) do it.
She reaches out eagerly with both hands for toys, can grab things from pockets and sideways, and will grin happily when people smile at her or sing to her 🙂 It is so wonderful watching her interact with the world !
I don’t know if its a boon or bane but she’s still pretty much okay with anyone carrying her! I blame this on us exposing her to too many people, too young and I worry about her allowing strangers to carry or touch her but that’s something I can teach her in time to come, and I guess I shouldn’t get in the way of her inherently trusting nature.
There are times during the day, though, when she finally only wants me! She will twist her fingers into my hair, rub her tear (and slobber) streaked cheeks on my shoulder before whimpering and falling asleep. It’s so adorable to watch. Unfortunately, it usually only happens after she’s thrown an epic tantrum and gotten a stern talking to from her Papa.
Favourite songs / activities
Her favourite sing-along-song is still I’m a Little Teapot and most recently, she’s taken a liking to All About That Bass, which I think is kind of questionable but also unquestionably catchy. 🙂
She and Benjy have finally got a thing – she loves him and giggles at everything he does, he kind of looks at her disdainfully but sees her as a necessary evil, especially during meal times when she flings him morsels of discarded food. -_-
She loves, loves loves to eat – we have just started on our Baby Led Weaning journey and breakfast times have become so messy and fun !
More than ever, I find myself wanting to rush back home to hold her in my arms and cuddle her until she squeaks in indignation. This girl, she tests me and inspires me like no other. Sometimes I love her so much that it is almost painful and it scares me how vulnerable I am to this little lady.
Happy Half Birthday, darling! Has it really only been six months since you entered our lives? Sometimes I feel I cannot remember life before you 🙂
“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.”
– Debra Ginsberg