When I looked at the date yesterday, I could hardly believe what I saw: July 10. Kate was five months old. How did that happen?
I remember Lauren's first months went by quickly, too. But this was some sort of cosmic leap from the day Kate was born to the present. She was born with a lot of soft, black hair. Most of that is gone now, save a line of it at the base of the back of her head. In its place, strong strands of blonde hair that seemed to sprout overnight. It's growing so quickly! Her eyelashes are getting fuller and longer. Her eyes are still baby blue, and I'm curious to see if they will stay that color. Lauren's started turning an enchanting shade of green by the time she was six months old.
Kate's been rolling over both ways for several weeks and appears on the brink of being able to sit unsupported. She loves rice cereal, is a little unsure about oatmeal and definitely still contemplating her opinion on bananas. This weekend, I will be launching headlong into making and freezing baby purees. Who doesn't love some blended peas?
I almost hate to admit it, but "Baby #2" is different. In some ways, we're able to enjoy Kate more because we're not as nervous. We understand now that sometimes you just can't understand why a baby might be crabby, but as long as you help her through it and pay close attention to her cues and her health, she'll be ok.
In other ways, though, Kate doesn't get the laser-focused attention that Lauren did as a baby because, well, Lauren. She's a busy three year old! I realized today, watching the two girls interact, that Chris and I are not the only people Kate turns to for love and attention. She also looks to Lauren. It is sometimes hard getting Lauren to understand how to be gentle with her baby sister, but she's getting better. It helps that Kate loves to watch Lauren, and Lauren has an easy time getting Kate to laugh. Truthfully, Kate is a truly happy baby who laughs at many things, but I know it makes Lauren feel so good to get her baby sister to giggle.
Parenting is the best and the hardest job in the world. There are times when balancing work and mommyhood is exhausting, and that's when things can get frustrating. But as I stroke the heads of my sweet girls at bedtime, one brunette, one blonde, I am so grateful for the blessings they are to my husband and me, and I focus on raising them to be blessings to others.