I can't believe that six months have passed since the birth of our daughter. Baby owl can sit up, enjoys time in her doorway jumper, and has been eating solids for a couple of months already. My wife makes her food; carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, green beans, and peaches are her favorites. She tried peaches for the first time yesterday. She definitely recognizes her mama and dada and has even started to say those words too. She started by saying mama last week and dada a few days later. She has really been enjoying dada. Meghan had a conversation on her way home from picking baby owl up and it went something like this...
Baby Owl: dadadadadada
Baby Owl: dadadadadada
This apparently went on for a good 15 minutes or so, but baby owl won the conversation. I don't get much time with her during the week. I'm lucky to get five minutes with her after I get home from work, but I love being able to feed her when she gets up at night. She has her moments when she'll look at me and just baby talk to me. She really likes to grab onto things and really loves her doll baby. She is teething, which we try to aleviate her pain with frozen pacifiers or teething rings.
I find it amazing she is already big enough to sit up on her own; although I like it when we place a boppy pillow around her in case she leans to quickly for us to catch her. I absolutely love every moment we get to spend together on the weekends. She has had a few firsts recently too. She had her first visit to the aquarium and the zoo. She also had her first "run" (with Pop-Rod, aka grandpa) through the sprinkler, toes in the grass, and swinging and sliding at the playground. Also, after her second visit to the aquarium she had her first high chair experience at the Baltimore Hard Rock Cafe. It's still to be determined if she enjoyed the music selection.
It's hard to imagine her getting bigger, yet every day it seems to happen. I'm not sure if I'll realize it by the time she becomes a teenager or a young woman, but for now I can only say how much I already miss the time I've already had with her. It was only October when she was born and already half a year has gone by with a year quickly approaching. This will be her first summer and perhaps she'll have a couple of other firsts; pool visit, trip to the beach or Longwood Gardens, and perhaps her first long distance car ride.
Every day I look forward to the weekend and when it arrives I never want it to end. It's my time to spend with her and Meghan. I don't know if I'll always have the weekends. Perhaps writing will become a full-time gig that'll provide even more or less flexibility. I do know that I can't wait for another six months (x100).