9 months...and moving!

pickle pants,

i've never called you that, but now that's it come to me, i think i will start. :) tomorrow you are going to be 9 (!!!) months old and if that wasn't enough, we're moving back to AZ. i am terrified! and excited! and so many other things, i could dedicate an entire blog post to it (them? who has time for grammar anyway?).

so, you've been with us for as long as you lived inside me, and i have to say, "where in the hell has the time gone?" i wouldn't be your mom if there wasn't a swear word in there somewhere. ;) hardest habit to kick! haha. anyway, my darling girl, you are amazing! your smile, your laugh, your easygoing nature, you pretty much rock my socks off on a daily basis. you still suck at sleeping, but we won't get into that.

in the past few months since i last blogged, you started cruising, you said, "mama," and you finally decided to allow baby food to enter your mouth. it was kind of a fluke because you only did that day and the next, but i have to admit i don't try very hard, because i'm not really all that worried about. since we're moving back to AZ, and daddy doesn't have a job anymore, i'm going to have to get one, so you'll be nursing less and eating more soon, i'm sure.

we're not sure where this year is going to take us, baby girl, but hopefully to bigger and better things. that's all i'm going to say about that because this is supposed to be about YOU, but just know that everything i do, i do for you and your brother.

love you, pickleface.

xoxox,
mama

pickle - 6 months

so it's been forever since i've posted here, but yesterday when i was voicing my frustration with certain pickle-isms, my baby daddy had the idea to read my blog from when jacob was the same age and pooint out that i had the exact same frustrations. this led me to a.) feel like an ass because DUH, why didn't I think of that??? and b.) feel like an ass because DUH, why haven't i been writing a monthly update for pickle??? shittiest mom on the planet award goes to...ME! but in all seriousness, if the shittiest mom on the planet award were to go to me it would most definitely be because of other parental faux pas, not for waiting 6 months to post my daughter's first monthly update. :)

anywho! in reading some of my posts from back in the day, i realized that i miss my personality. the one i used to have. before i became a stay-at-home-mom to TWO babies in the middle of nowhere ND and forewent any kind of social life whatsoever. well, okay...a toddler and a baby, but until they wipe their own asses they're still babies to me. i love being a mom, and most days i would rather do nothing but cook, clean and do laundry for my family whilst they shower me with undying love and gratitude, but other days i long for just a slight break from the monotony and a chance to just be me. i try not to focus on that too much because i know that this is just a phase, one that all parents of small children probably go through, and that before i know it they won't be my babies anymore and i will long for the days when i could kiss and snuggle them whenever my heart desired. but still, sometimes a girl needs a break!!! or a drink.

since i have started writing this i-don't-know-how-many-days-ago i decided it's probably best i get this over with or it will probably fall by the wayside with the other 10 unfinished posts i just found. so without further ado...

pickle girl,

oh my darling baby girl...you are too big for your britches. you are my pickle wickle, fancy dancer, lovergirl. i never could've imagined having a daughter would be so amazing. it's not any more amazing than having a son, just different. akin to what it must feel like when a man finally has the son he's always dreamed of. there's just something special about our relationship in a totally awesome way and i love it. and you!

the week before you turned 6-months-old you started crawling, sitting up and pulling yourself up on things. so now your favorite activity is ignoring all of your toys and crawling to the nearest piece of furniture you can pull yourself up on, squealing in delight, and then crying because you can't get yourself down. let's work on that, shall we? especially since the other night you were standing in the kitchen and fell backwards and hit your head on the hard floor. your cry was heartbreaking and a mama can only take so much of that!

at your 6-month appt you weighed exactly 17 lbs and were 25 2/4 inches tall. your brother already weighed almost 4 lbs more than you at this age, but he was a fattypants. you are pleasantly plump. =) your sleeping habits are less than desirable, i must say. from 5-6 months i was afraid you'd be a cat-napper for life, but i'm happy to say you've stopped that and nap for 1-2 hrs (sometimes 3!) in the a.m. and again for an hour or so in the afternoon. you could take a 3rd nap, but then you'd be up all night and i can't have that. oh, wait! you are up all night anyway! seriously, you wake up every 45 minutes to an hour after i put you to sleep for 3-4 hrs and then wake up every 2 hrs at least for the rest of the night until 8am. KNOCK. IT. OFF. because if you don't i'm gonna have to let you cry it out and i really don't want to have to do that to you. or myself. you breastfed babies can really be a pain...always wanting my boob and stuff. there must be some really delicious stuff in there because SHEESH.

we are taking a mommy & pickle trip to phx this weekend to go wedding dress shopping with auntie yaya. we're going to stay with auntie candi and little t and see your other aunties and cousins too. i'm probably more excited about this than you, but you're pretty easy to please so i'm sure you'll have a blast. and you get to have mommy all to yourself, you lucky ducky. just do me a favor and be good on the plane.

SMOOCHES,
mama