I think I am going to keep taking one of these pics every single month for the next 18 years of Grace's life. Can you imagine how ridiculously funny and wasteful that would be? Consistency is not my strong point but so far I'm 5 for 5 on taking this pinterestific photos. My question is, what the heck do I do with the collection when I'm done? A better question would be, why be done?
It could on for years, like the teacher who accidentally wore the same outfit on picture day two years in a row and then his wife challenged him to keep doing so we wore the exact same thing every picture day...for 40 years. Now that is impressive.
I love the 5 month mark because I feel like it officially ends the noodle neck, awkward, fragile feeling baby and they turn more into a solid chunk of baby that is bumbo approved. Grace is still a pure delight in my life although I would give her a C+ or B- max on her napping skills during the day. I can't say that is all her fault since we are never home long enough to be on a calm soothing nap conducive schedule. Grace is a creature of adaptation and I am very thankful.
She goes to garage sales, gardening, helps make dinner, and likes to be involved in whatever is going on. She loves to be held or right next to people and if those conditions are met, she is extremely patient.
She is extremely long suffering when it comes to Liv's love which can be very intense at times. S
She is not a loud baby (thank goodness my genes for that are recessive in my children) but does smile and can mold into whatever position you choose as long as you are holding her. She's a holding addict and most of the time, I love that about her.
She has still not grasped the concept of food but we are working with her. That could have something to do with the fact that her options so far have been vomit consistency and flavor (who wants to eat pureed squash and quote "garden medley" unquote?)
She is getting very good at letting Liv and I paint her nails. Her days consist of sucking on Sophie the giraffes ear, getting carted around to whatever summer activity is on the agenda, smiling, nursing, hanging out in the mothers lounge/outhouse on Sundays and rolling to whatever destination she desires.
I love she tolerates so much chaos. I love when she laughs. I love her awkward hair with the long strings in the front and the chemo bald spot on the sides. I love that I feel like she understands me. I love that she gets excited to see Liv even though she usually ends up getting body slammed. I love getting her from her nap and she gets so excited to be released from pack n' play prison that she kicks her legs and squeals like a piglet. I love when she's tired and she lets me just kiss her cheeks and soak up her patient spirit.
Grace is the greatest thing that could have happened to my life 5 months ago.