If this months portrait looks vaguely familiar, it's because all I've done is rub out the number six from last month and change it to a seven. "Eulalie 6 months" has been on the chalk board this whole time. When I say this whole time, I know it's only been a month. But so much has happened. Life has changed for our family forever, and I think we're still to fully realise the profound enormity of this loss, for at this moment... everything still feels very surreal.
As one life sadly comes to an end, another leaps forward with determined advancement. Eulalie has changed so much this month, and with everything that's happened, it's been a challenge keeping up with her. The last few weeks we've felt lethargic and unmotivated while Lalie has upped the anti, armed with a new found confidence and desire for independence that comes with learning and discovering so many new skills and abilities. And with this also comes the frustration of wanting to do more. more. MORE! She wants it all and she wants it N.O.W!
We finally moved her into the cot, in her own room. She loves the cot, and since realising she's more comfortable sleeping on her tummy, her daytime naps have lengthened considerably. The nights have also improved slightly, but the broken sleep is still a killer, even if it's only once or twice a night.
The other day I put her in the cot while I tidied up her room. She loves it in there. She hangs on the bars and wobbles around groaning like a gorilla at the zoo. This particular day she proceeded to pull herself up to a standing position. I just stared in absolute amazement. When she stood all the way up, she just looked over at me and giggled as if to say "Whoa, did you see that? And you're all the way over there... so that means I did that ALL BY MYSELF!".
She's not far off crawling, which I'm kinda excited about. Yes, I know I'm going to have to baby-proof everything and watch her every move... but I think being able to get around is going to ease her frustrations and make for a happier baby who can entertain herself for longer.
Oh, and how could I forget to mention the arrival of two little toothy pegs? They've caused Havoc, but they're finally here. And the hair? One of the most frequently uttered phrases in this household of late is "Her hair is going gangbusters!". Pretty well sums it up.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm a mum. I have a baby. I'm here, doing it. It's happening. This is it. The past seven months has been such a whirlwind, I can't believe we're actually here. But then, it's like I can't remember (at least I can't imagine) life without our Lalie Bug. And I don't want to... she brings us so much joy and laughter and a love that is out of this world...
...and it's this joy, laughter and love that is going to see us through the bleak days ahead. I know it will.
Thanks to those of you who left such comforting messages, it really means so much. And to any newbies that have stumbled here via the seventy tree, welcome! I know it's been a little slow around here... but I'm happy to be back.