Six months

[This was meant to be posted on Dec 18. But you know how it is with two littlies, especially when one is not sleeping well *ahem littlest miss*. In fact, this is only being written up because I am having a slack tart mummy day and abandoning Cheeky Monkey Girl in front of the TV as I type..]

With no apologies to Dora:

We did it! We did it! Hooray!

And so Pixie Monster is six months old and fully breastfed. And no one from Community Services has turned up to take you away, nor have we had to list you on ebay.

You are an adorable two toothed cherub, rolling everywhere, jolly jumping your heart out and determendly trying to crawl and sit on your own. And you're not far off either of these monumental milestones.

You are so expressive vocally, from your cute tiger like growls and excited shrieks to your contented sighs whenever you are on your beloved boob. Your quiet chats with your snugzee (your new 'lovey' as we wean you off your wrap) are pretty adorable too.

You recognise your own name- and love your big sister's rendition of the daggy 70's song that partially inspired your moniker. Speaking of big sisters you both seem to be involved in a mutual sibling love affair. For now.

Dad's an OK bloke if your toothy grins when he comes home from work are anything to go by....and it's a lovely Mummy ego boost to see the way your whoel face lights up whenever I pick you up out of your cot, as is the way you will throw your whole body towards me whenever someone else dares to hold you.

Your first forays with solids on a spoon have so far been met with utter contempt and determined mouth clamped outright refusal, as tends to be your response towards anything other than the boob(then again, who can blame you, rice cereal is gross and dummies don't have that stretchy nipple twistability..yeowch). You don't seem to mind rusks though, so watch this space. Perhaps it will be finger foods for you, my determinedly independent bub.

Little one, before you were born I was worried about how I could possibly love another child as much as I love your big sister. But then you were here, and I do. To the moon and back.

It is a pleasure to watch you grow and become the very specail and unique little person that is You.