My baby girl is six months old.
I knew that was a huge milestone in baby-speak, but I had no idea how huge until we got here.
It’s like she’s not a little baby anymore! She’s sitting up and playing with toys, and army crawling around the room. Any day now, she’ll follow me into the kitchen.
She has this little personality all of a sudden. She smiles and laughs all day long.
I spent a big part of my weekend packing away teeny tiny clothes and getting out “big girl” outfits. I know, her clothes are not really THAT big, but it wasn’t that long ago that I thought she’d never be big enough to fit into these same outfits!
I also packed away half of my baby gear. She’s too big for her play mat, and she doesn’t use her bouncy seat anymore. She hasn’t been in her bassinet forever, and she sits unsupported, so there’s no need for the Boppy. She’s too long for her sleep sacks, and she climbs up the bumper around her crib. It’s all found a new home in the basement, waiting for Baby Coy Number Two (who I kind of hope is a girl, whenever that may be, because lot of this stuff is pink!).
Everyone told me it would go by fast, but I had no idea it would be this fast.