Soon into her sixth month Lydia got to experience Thanksgiving Day as her own person. A year ago she was an itsy bitsy blueberry-sized thing when The Husband announced her impending arrival to an incredibly shocked collection of family and friends. This year she got to play with her buddy, Syon, who was also present in utero at last year's Thanksgiving.
Right before Thanksgiving we were very worried about how Lydia would behave. She had been screaming as if someone was trying to poke her with needles for three days. Even her caregivers at her daycare were flummoxed. Then, almost as if by accident, The Husband figured it out -- Lydia wanted to stand all the time. ALL THE TIME. Stand, stand, stand. You just have to hold her up for balance. Suddenly, her legs were the best toy she'd ever had.
From there, everything became interesting -- all the toys, the kitties, Mommy's shiny necklace -- everything must be grabbed. Lydia was most pleased with herself the day she figured out how to pop her pacifier back in her mouth the right way.
Lydia got real serious about different foods this month. She started getting rice cereal at daycare almost daily and throughout the month we went through all the vegetables and applesauce. I never would have thought it, but peas are the #1 absolute winner, even over all the fruits so far. This girl could eat her weight in peas.
Despite three months of chewing, drooling, and otherwise "teething" there are no teeth to show for it yet. She doesn't seem to be all that impressed with teeth in general.
A few days ago The Husband and I were looking back at some pictures of Lydia from back when she was first born. How did she go from a six pound wiggily infant to a 15 pound bouncy, laughing child in two seasons? Mitosis is an amazing little wonder.
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