Petals has finally reached the five month mark – and with this have come some serious milestones.
She’s reaching for things that she wants and scooching across the floor easily. She’s scooching across the floor so easily, in fact, that I’ve discovered I can’t just leave her plopped in the middle of the floor and expect her to still be in the same place when I come back.
She’s also picking things up easily, and aiming them towards her mouth – which is conveniently plugged up by her new favorite toy: a pacifier. Yesterday, I noticed that she can do something else with her hands. She can pass items from one hand to another (it takes much concentration, but she can do it) and she can rotate objects so that they will fit better into her mouth. Granted, she’s not always successful at rotating these objects, but she’s trying.
And she’s even caught her first baby cold – which means I’ve become a pro at nasal aspirating. (I’m not sure if this is something about which I should be proud.) Fortunately, we took her to the doctor on Friday who said that her ears looked good, her lungs sounded good, and that her generally upbeat attitude was a good sign. No fever, just a runny, snotty nose and a horrific cough.
Among other milestones, she’s almost completely outgrown her first set of clothing. Goodbye butterfly butt foot pajamas. So long Care Bears onesie. You were both incredibly adorable and you will be missed.
Zuri is growing by leaps and bounds – well, mostly bounds! Her new favorite activity is bouncing away in her bouncer. And while I’m mildly concerned about letting her spend too much time in the bouncer, I get way too much enjoyment out of watching her gleefully pick up both of her feet and being jumping with all her might. I’m not sure, yet, if she’s purposefully bouncing, or if she’s just pleasantly surprised and ultimately pleased by the results of her bouncing – the rattling alligator, the swinging hippo and monkey, the twisty turning color wheel. Either way, she seems to have a blast in it.
She’s also doing a lot more purposeful cooing. “Hi…hooo…heeeeey” she says when we wake her up in the morning. She tucks her bottom lip in and pushes her lips out. The Boy thinks she’s trying to mimic us, as we are often saying “Heeeeeey” to her. I think she’s just stumbled upon a mouth shape and that she’s playing with the way her voice sounds. Either way, it’s a welcome change to her previous inability to communicate in anything but a cry. I love watching her smile, listening to her out and out laugh, and hearing her coos and wet razzing sounds she makes with her lips.
And even though she’s not yet an ambi-turner, she’s definitely beginning to crave more freedom. She’s beginning to dislike being strapped into her carseat. As cute as she is in some of the clothes I sewed for her, so furiously during my “nesting”, she hates being held back to get dressed. She gets frustrated with staying in one place for more than a few minutes at a time. She loves cruising around the kitchen on Mama’s hip, and she’s even getting really good at mopping the kitchen floor with her bath time splishing.
As excited as I am, each milestone takes her further away…I watch her grow with the bittersweet realization of each month’s passing. As childless woman, it was so easy to forget the passage of time. I don’t change much, and my husband didn’t appear to either. It was only in looking at pictures from years past that we noticed new wrinkles or moles, new pounds, and longer hairs. However, with this kid, every minute reminds me that the days grow shorter. Every week she learns something new, gains another few ounces, spreads her arms out a little bit more, holds her head up a little higher. And every minute with her I am reminded to appreciate now, because time truly is fleeting.