Well, I’ll be honest, six months had its fair share of up and downs. After that month-long illness respite, the day care germ fairies struck again. Luckily, your incubation in there seems to be working. Your congestion was short-lived, but it did lead to some long nights as your sleeping patterns went haywire.
We also discovered the ‘secret’ to your bafflingly long naps that day care report all the time yet rarely were repeated at home. Yes, they really did happen, but they happened in the swing. Momma was not happy with that crutch and ordered a stop to it. After a few crabby days, you now to seem to accept that you have to nap in your cage. You’ve even topped an hour, almost two on occasion.
One thing that has helped the wretched, horrible pain of being forced to take multiple naps a day is your bunny. While Cece developed an attachment to a knitted blanket, you have adopted a plush, white bunny as your crib buddy. It now borders on a magic talisman that will instantly calm you down. You’ll clutch it (actually it’s closer to crush it) close and kiss it and soon be slipping into rainbow-tinged dreams of warm milk, big burps and constant, adoring attention.
Other six month milestones included: a visit to New Jersey to play with your cousins, your first trip to the Cape (no lobster roll yet), your first nibble of blended food and your first meal with the family in a high chair. Six months is the official time to invoke the Gallagher rule and pull out the ponchos to protect ourselves from pureed flying pears, sweet potatoes, bananas and peas. Dash is in heaven.
Turns out one thing that will keep Cecilia’s attention longer than four seconds is helping out with the food prep. She stood at the counter for over an hour stirring flour and water helping Momma make pasta the other day. Then she was an able (if messy) sous chef for Daddy’s cookie baking. (Momma’s note: It’s quite entertaining watching Mike’s fastidious baking take on Ce’s more esoteric and spur of the moment approach!)
Cecilia’s love for fruit truly knows no bounds. I mean, she gets excited for food in general. Say the word, breakfast or dinner and she’ll literally drop what she’s doing and make a beeline for the high chair. But say the word blueberry or strawberry or peaches and it’s kick your feet, wiggle your butt, squeal excitement. So you can just imagine her reaction when Uncle Jeff made some fresh blueberry-peach jam on our recent visit to cousin Nathan’s house in DC. It was duck and cover time.
So we’re having some painting and carpentry work done on the house this week and have found hammering and nail guns are not entirely conducive to a maintaining our usually rigorous schedule. Naps have gone out the window and well, see for yourself:
Life in baby land changes as quickly as Lola’s food stays in the bowl. Just when you think you have something down, its time to move onto a new phase. Cecilia is growing quicker than Jack’s beanstalk and with that growth means more food. No longer is Cecilia stricken to the doldrums of a liquid diet, but rather, she has had the opportunity to eat what The Books call “solids”. During her first feeding she grabbed onto the spoon like a skilled knight wielding a sword. She knew exactly where the spoon needed to go and had no problem taking it straight from her Mamma’s hands. However, once the food was in her mouth, Cecilia decided to spit it back out. In the end she was wearing her carrots as though they were the hottest new accessory in fashion. All in all, Cecilia seems to enjoy the eating experience which is definitely something she inherited from the DiLisi side. Now she just needs to start training for those 3 hour dinners.