Shortly after giving birth to McKenzie, Dustin's brother and sister-in-law, Alan and LeighAnn, came to visit us in the hospital. They had their six-month-old girl, Lily, with them. Lily was a peanut, but seeing her next to our day old baby made her look so much bigger. Dustin, in an affectionate babytalk voice, looked at Lily and said something to the effect of, "Look at you Lily. You're a giant monster baby." What he meant was, "you look so big next to our little one," but it came out a little wrong. Immediately after Alan and LeighAnn left Dustin said to me, "I hope they didn't take that the wrong way when I called Lily a giant monster baby."
For the following weeks it was a running joke in the family. Every time we all got together someone would inevitably say how big Lily looks next to McKenzie. Eventually, after Alan's persistent claims that "Lily is a normal size baby!" and LeighAnn's reassurance that no offense was really taken, the joke died down and it hasn't been mentioned since.
Why am I telling you this? Well, McKenzie had her six month well baby checkup on Saturday and she weighs almost what Lily weighed when she visited us in the hospital. I can't imagine a baby small enough to make McKenzie look big. I guess it's all about perspective. Here's a shot of McKenzie, our giant monster baby.
Ask any five-year-old how old she is and she won't tell you five. She'll say, "five and a half," or "five and three quarters," but never just five. When a person has only a couple years (or months) under her belt every month is important. Today is McKenzie's half birthday and we're going to celebrate in style!
She's doing so many new things these days, including sitting up on her own and rolling from her back to her belly. After her next doctor's appointment she will get to eat her first solid food (I've got the rice cereal ready and the baby spoons cleaned).
The "Sleep Through the Night" campaign is progressing slowly; we still have a way to go. I'll write more on that soon.
Enjoy this video of Kenzie rolling over. I know she doesn't go all the way over, but I know she can get on her belly if she's on her side so I say it counts.
Today is the day I begin a "Sleep Through the Night" campaign. It will require great dedication. It will be torturous and long and sometimes I may question my ability to make it through. The motive: more sleep for all. The method: a modified "let her cry it out" with a side of back rubbing and hand holding. I am armed with the advice of friends, family, doctors and numerous parenting books. I'm ready. I know crying won't hurt her. She'll forgive me.