6 months?!

As of yesterday, Beebz is 6 whole months old. I can't believe it. She has reached many milestones like sitting up, high fiving, passing a toy from hand to hand, saying "hi" (no, really she does! Also, possibly "ball." Pablo counts it, I don't. Of course, according to Pablo, she said "beach ball" which I think is flat out fiction. She was holding a ball and said "ba" but I don't think it really counts. She was just repeating him. Maybe.). She is closer to crawling than I want to think about. She has two whole teeth and a fancy haircut, and is about the cutest thing ever in the history of time. I am not biased, of course. What mother is?

She seems to be favoring her left hand, which is cool with me since that would even up the handedness in our family (Pablo and my partner are righties, I am a lefty). Of course, it's ok if she is a righty too. It's not like I am taping her right hand to her side or anything.

Also, I think she can solve some of our money issues. I can rent her voice out for horror movie sound tracks. She can shriek loud enough to break glass, shatter your ear drums, and bend metal, all the while grinning with delight. There has to be a market for this. Can't you see me, a stage mom, coaching my infant to give this shriek just a "little more feeling, darling!" Maybe not.

Sadly, however, she apparently didn't get the memo regarding how most babies stop spitting up by 6 months of age. I reminded her about it, and she didn't seem to care. I even showed her the page in the book. No dice. That's my little rebel.

Happy half birthday, sweetness, I love you!