My favorite part of this month has been the singing. You started one day, sitting at the table while Jenny and I sang together. You just chimed in, letting out one long note after another. You grabbed your first toy, taking Sophie by the legs. You enjoy sitting in your Bumbo. We cook together; you in your highchair, me rolling you around as I explain how pasta is made. You wake up talking instead of crying in the morning. And when you wake, you snuggle in and stay for awhile. Hiccups won’t leave you alone. You’ve learned to stick out your tongue. You drool and blow bubbles like a champ.
The battle for sleep has raged this month. After going from little sleep to less sleep we started sleep training. It was close to impossible to leave you to comfort yourself for five minutes at a time and then rush in to let you know you are not alone. Only to leave again.
You play with toys now, really play, grasping your green ball or the legs of your octopus. We have full on conversations. You are brimming with smiles and laughter. Your laugh is my new favorite sound.
This month you have gone from being an infant to being a baby. I love you to the Milky Way and back.