Our ball of magic, Jassy Rae, hit her six-month milestone this past weekend…
For her first few months of life, I couldn’t wait for Jas to grow bigger (so I wouldn’t be so terrified of dropping/breaking/losing her).
But now that she’s a beefy six-month-old who listens, studies, turns over and belly-scoots daily, I want her to stop growing! I could cry thinking about how tiny she once was and how nearly full-grown she is now. All the sounds and sights of the early baby days—the newborn grunts and clicks, the awkward alien body that could fit in my hand—those days are nevermore. I kind of miss them (…never in a million years did I ever think I’d say that).
Yes, we are totally, utterly obsessed with our little monkey, and, at the moment, I want to do everything I can to keep her little.
I’ll probably change my tune the next time she wakes me at 3 a.m., screaming for a bottle.