October 17, 2008 7:00 am
Elliot turned six months old today. That means Jamie and I were able to keep her alive for an entire six months while fending off her older brother who clearly has it out for her. Believe me, it’s been hard…. Elliot has received many palms to the forehead (Graham’s!), and even got a cake pan thrown on her during her first week of life. So far, she’s managed to make it through mostly unscathed.
Being the little sister is hard for Elliot but she takes it in stride. No matter how many times Graham takes a toy or screams NO! in her face, Elliot looks at him with the most adoring eyes and always has a smile on her face. The kid is a saint, lemme tell you. She loves her big brother so much that I think she’d knock off a liquor store if he asked her to. Now that’s love. I hope Graham returns the favor and loves her back pretty soon but I know it’s tough for him to have to share his parents with that weird chick that just showed up one day without calling first. Over the past few weeks Graham has been showing signs of improvement, he gives Elliot drive-by kisses, happily tells her night night when she goes down for a nap and will also produce his fake laugh on command, a trick that always cracks his little sister up.
We couldn’t have asked for a better kid than Elliot. Ask me again in a year and see if I still feel this way but Elliot is such an easy and happy kid. She slept through the night at six weeks, she rarely cries and is happy to be ignored when danger calls and I have to rescue Graham. If someone could just convince her to take a decent nap here and there we’d be set. Elliot will wake up from her nap if we: use the microwave, open the dishwasher, run the dishwasher, TYPE ON MY KEYBOARD and basically any other noises that go on during the day. I spend baby nirvana (the glorious time when both kids nap) hiding in my room equipped with my laptop trying to catch up on email. It never fails, the second I start typing, Elliot wakes up. She can hear through two closed doors and a noise machine. Supersonic hearing, that kid. I think she knows when her brother is asleep and demands alone time with Mommy. She’s pretty cute so I don’t mind.
Elliot goes to bed between 6:30 and 7:30 and sleeps through until 7:30 the next morning with the exception of an 11 o’clock bottle. On the nights when I feed her, I sneak into her room and try my darnedest not to wake her up any more than I have to. I love feeding her at night, she’s so snuggly warm with her footed pajamas. I like to hold her for a minute before I feed her the bottle and just soak up the minute because I know she’ll be grown up all too soon. The past few nights have been nothing but cheese, me sitting there snuggling my baby girl while I feed her her bottle trying my hardest not to wake her up. My sleepy little girl has started giggling and grinning from ear to ear instead of drinking her bottle when she’s not even supposed to be fully awake. I should be mad at her but she’s just so damn cute when she does it so I usually start laughing back. The two of us sit there late at night exchanging smiles and giggles like a couple of dorky school girls and I love it. I love my little girl and I’m so proud to be her mother. Happy 1/2 birthday, kid. You gift for bringing the cheese is truly excellent!