Saturday, January 19, 2013

Emerson: Six Months

January 1, 2013

  • At your 6 months (+9 days) check-up, you weighed 18 lbs, 8 ounces, and were 26.5 inches long. You are in the 90th percentile for weight and height, and are growing right on track! You started crying as soon as the doctor began his exam, well-aware it was someone unfamiliar. (You smart girl, you.) Three more shots this time, but you calmed more quickly than ever afterwards. You are so brave, though it doesn't get any easier to watch you hurt.
  • You are wearing primarily 6 month and 6-9 month clothes. You aren't far away at all from wearing the 9 month size entirely...though that sounds so very "big".
  • You and Mommy shared a nasty cold a week or so before Christmas, which was unpleasant for everyone. Daddy did a great job taking care of us, and you were such a trooper. You had a very stuffy nose and needed to sleep on Mommy's chest for a couple of nights, but otherwise you just wanted to play and didn't act terribly miserable. It was hard to see you fighting that first bug, though...and I hope we don't have to go through that again for a long while.
  • Speaking of your health, you've had a rash for the last month or so, which was disconcerting at first, but the doctor reassured us that it's just eczema. It doesn't seem to bother you, but the red patches of dry skin are all over your tummy. Poor babe.
  • You've had your first fall. Mommy wasn't expecting you to move the way that you did, and off the couch you tumbled. It scared you, and was heartbreaking for me, but you were fine. Lesson learned. There will be many more falls ahead, I'm afraid, but that first one was a moment I'll never forget.
  • You had your first taste of solid food on New Year's Day...your half-birthday! We started with rice cereal mixed with breastmilk, and you seemed so proud to be sitting in your highchair (a Christmas gift from your great-grandparents) and eating like the big people. You grabbed the spoon right away and helped to feed yourself. It was a hit...and there's so much more to come!
  • A couple of days before you turned six months old, you woke up in the morning and I noticed a change. You just seemed like you'd grown-up somehow, and that day you were all smiles, and so happy. Truly, it was as if you'd suddenly figured some things out...that life made a bit more sense...and you could just enjoy living a bit more. It's difficult to explain, but to me, there was a distinct change in your disposition and contentedness that has been fascinating to see.
  • You are definitely recognizing names. Hearing "Royal" brings a smile, and you turn your head to look for him. You know "Daddy", and respond to "where's Daddy?" "Feet" is another favorite, and you're beginning to recognize "Grandma" and "Grandpa", too. 
  • You love to talk, and are frequently practicing "puhh", "fff", and "mmm".
  • You are sitting up very well these days, with no support. You become a little stronger each day, and now you're content sitting up for long stretches of time on your own. In fact, you prefer it, and don't tolerate being on your tummy for long anymore. You still haven't made much progress toward crawling, but you'll frequently lean forward too far from the sitting position, fall over, and end up in a crawling position. It's not too far away, I'd imagine!

We've known you for half of a year, sweet Emerson, 
and these past six months have been the best of my life.
Our world is more beautiful because you're in it!

Friday, January 11, 2013

It's Friday!

There is a recurring discussion (slash difference of opinion) taking place in the Phillips household. That is, our expectations for and interpretation of what our weekends should look like.

Bobby would, generally-speaking, prefer sleeping-in, watching college football (well, not so much anymore, out-of-season as the sport is now, but you get the idea), & doing a few household chores...but largely just relaxing after a week at the office.

That's fair. I get it. The man works hard for the money and I completely understand his desire to rest on his days off-work. I, however, look forward to the weekends and the extra set of hands that will be around to help with Emerson throughout the day.

Bobby loves spending time with Emerson, and I love him for being such a wonderful daddy. As such, he is always willing to share in the work. But, let's be honest, taking care of our little girl doesn't exactly spell "relaxing day". Besides, there are some things that only Mommy can do right now.

Motherhood is amazing, but it is a 24/7 gig. Babies know not the meaning of weekends, and my Saturdays usually look a lot like my Everyotherdays. I'm not complaining. It is what it is: hard work!

So, we do our best to compromise, and truly, it's very much a learning process for both of us as we discover how to make our weekends mutually-enjoyable in our new roles as parents.

Bobby sent this e-card to me this morning. It is so spot-on...and I think Bobby "gets it", which means more than I can explain.

I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm a mom!

Happy Friday, all.

Monday, January 7, 2013

New Every Morning

The rare nights when Emerson struggles to go to sleep are usually the nights when I'm the most ready to. And, although I try so very hard to display patience and affection, my heart is often grumbling. I know she can't help it when her teeth are causing pain and not allowing her to rest, and she doesn't intentionally wake up at 4:00 a.m. because she's thinking "hmm, how can I bother Mommy?" Still, there are times when my lack of sleep causes me to feel a bit of resentment and frustration. I'm not proud of it, but it's true.

The incredible part is, though, that no matter how tired I am in the morning, when I see her smiling, fresh face, I forget all about the long night behind us. I cannot be frustrated with that precious, innocent little girl! 

The other morning I watched her as she awoke, and I was reminded of the following truth:

 22 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV)

I won't ever be able to fully comprehend God's love for me. Through motherhood, though, I am finding constant illustrations which deepen my awareness of my Father's unconditional, compassionate every morning.