As of 11/29/2021
Nick Names: Chickadee, Smush moosh, Baby
Height: 24 inches (Estimated)
Weight: 13 pounds 8 ounces (Estimated)
Head: 15.75 inches (Estimated)
Special Outings: Trick-or-Treating, Santa visit, Zoolights
Visitors: Lorna, Riley & Logan, Grandma & Grandpa, Aunt Raina
Loves: Brothers, TV, Patterns, Christmas Lights
Hates: Hiccups, Nap time
What a determined little baby you are. You’re not content with being a newborn anymore. You’re learning to roll and are working hard at sitting up too, when all we want is to enjoy you as a baby for as long as possible. You see your older siblings doing things, and you just want to be where they are. You love them so much, if you hear them you’ll crane your neck and move your body to try and see them. Of course they love you just as much, some nights you get a hug when Mama and Dad don’t.
I’m starting to notice you behave slightly different around different people. You have preferences that can change daily, who you want to sleep on, or eat from, or how you want a certain someone to hold you. You love “talking” to whoever has you, looking right into their eyes and make lots of different faces back at them. Always big smiles still, it’s so easy to get them and it makes my day.
You’re just so delicious and sweet, and I can’t stop myself from kissing your cheeks all day. Apparently you think the same about me, because you’ve taken to snapping at my nose like a turtle. If I hold you in front of me you’ll dive towards my face and scratch your hands at my neck until you get close enough and then CHOMP.
You’re at this good point where you’re not completely tied to a schedule yet, and are awake for longer stretches, so it’s making our days slightly easier. There are small minute times that happen daily where I almost forget you exist. Either because you’re so quiet and content where we put you while dealing with something else, but sometimes even asleep in my arms - so still and precious, it’s hard to believe that you’re real. That you’re here.
Also, while this was posted late, I promise the pictures were taken on time at least. BEFORE the 48 hour Covid scare which put everything else on hold while we were in pure survival mode.
I can’t decide if the past 6 months have gone quickly or not. Sometimes it felt like a never ending slog that we were sleepwalking through, but on the other hand I swear we just celebrated F’s first birthday. Either way, we have an official 18 month old on our hands. And thanks to a sleep consultant, we are back on track with sleep and everyone is feeling more like themselves lately. F is back to sleeping and happily chatting in her crib, and it feels like at least one layer of stress has evaporated.
F remains the happiest Spearson, excited to be a part of things, and loves it when we go somewhere. She mostly gets mad when we try to remind her she’s a baby and can’t always do the same things that the older two can. Oh how quickly she’s going to demand equal treatment though. Already she fights back if someone tries to push her away.