Elvie Kay turned eight months on the third of November.
Before you’re a parent, a crying kid is just a crying kid.
Then you have your own, and suddenly you become a true connoisseur of crying. You know the way they cry when they’re hungry. That peculiar coughing cry when they’re overtired. The way they sound when they’ve woken early from a nap and won’t be going back to sleep, and the way they sound when they probably will. The scared cry, the hurt cry, the angry cry. That last one is the one I’m thinking about tonight.
Elvie Kathryn turned seven months on the third of October.
She is one busy-busy wiggly worm. Just before she turned six months she learned that she could busy-busy wiggle herself places, and she abruptly stopped rocking on hands and knees (as she had been wont to do) and started just doing an uneven army-crawl-toe-kick hybrid to get from place to place. [Read more…]
Six months always seems like such a big milestone. Half a year! Time for real food! Time for sitting up! Time for the latter half of our first year of life! Four months is tiny, five months sort of unremarkable, but six months means things are really starting to get interesting, right?
Actually this month has already been very interesting, no six-month-birthday required, no sitting up or real food (yet.) Elvie Kay spent this past month becoming more and more mobile, and simultaneously perfecting her nights and destroying her naps.
But I’ll try not to get ahead of myself, here. [Read more…]
Elvie Kathryn turns five months today.
All day I kept writing “three months”. On my daily whatchamacallit (that daily list I make of to-dos and meals and what the weather will be like…I have no word for it) I wrote that she turned three months today. Then I had to cross it out and write five months instead. Just now I tried to type three months instead of five, again. Clearly I am losing my mind.