When it comes to my second born, I currently feel like one of those skidding cartoon characters digging in their heals, desperately trying to slow her down. Ironically, it was probably just a few short weeks ago that I was that same cartoon character spinning my legs as fast as I could to get her to “hurry up” and “do something” already.
In what seems like just a few short days, Little M has grown so much (literally and otherwise). To start, she weighed in last week at a whopping 19.5 lbs and just shy of 26 inches (at 4.5 months).
Ten days ago, Little M was still waking up to eat two times in the night. Now, she has slept through the night for the last nine nights; she is lasting between 11 and 12 hours without eating now (7:30 p.m. to about 6 a.m.).
Three days ago, she rolled over for the first time (back to tummy).
Yesterday, I discovered her first tooth (lower left) by accident while cleaning her mouth in the bath tub.
And Little M laughs now, more freely then ever, and she seems truly delighted by Big M’s presence.
As I dig my heals in, secretly wanting (and at the same time not wanting) Little M to slow down, I know we are in for a very intense, fun-filled, extremely satisfying, truly delightful stage of her life (I am always in awe of how much baby’s develop between six and twelve months of age) … I am soooo excited to watch her grow (I can feel my legs spinning again). And my excitement is compounded with sheer, edge-of-your-seat anticipation to observe how Little M and Big M evolve as sisters.
Our Life Well Lived - Leanne Hintz 