It’s still a ton of work, but at six and a half months, the shock and horror has morphed into routine and competence. The cries have given way to giggles. Blocks and crinkly toys have replaced just-laying-on-my-back. The world of solids has her displaying a genetic predisposition to enjoying food.
While it’s not all hearts and rainbows – she’s still crying in her crib not wanting to go to sleep – I can say it’s no longer horrible.
(I stand by the notion that counting the months (six) that it took to get here makes it sound too easy…it needs to be counted in minutes… approximately 259,200…likely more).
