The day after Election Day Lucero turned six months. Six months ago this day seemed so far away, but now it's come and gone. My little one is growing up. Still. She's looking less and less like that puffy-eyed, swollen face baby I gave birth to, yet sometimes I still see that newborn in her. What can I say? She's a pure delight to have around. You can't be in a bad mood when she flashes her gummy smile at you. Yes, gummy smile. Still no dientes for Lucero. Pobresita, and people are so eager to give her food that requires teeth. I tell everyone she will be eating real food for the rest of her life, so please just be patient. But her father is the worst. He gives her cookies, hard candy lollipops, applesauce, a lick of menudo (the greasy film that's left on the sides of the bowl), tortillas, chocolate, etc. The list goes on and on. I tell him no every single time, but he insists that she's hungry. (X still doesn't understand that babies at this stage put every thing in their mouth regardless if they're hungry or not.) What really bothers me about that is a large amount of the mushy food gets on her clothes and who is left with the stain-fighting? Me!
Beyond eating, the little one is sitting up on her own and has also mastered pulling herself into the upright position. Well, maybe not mastered. She can only do this is she has pillows on each side of her, which is how she is positioned when she sleeps. She's not crawling, but she does move herself around a lot on the floor somehow. She's very good at transferring objects from one hand to the next. And she does quite well at moving around in the walker we got her, on the tile at least. I'm not sure if she's strategically moving around or if it's by accident, but one time we caught her near the recliner reaching for the remote control. My Lord, she loves remote controls and cell phones.
She just got her third round of immunizations, which naturally she cried, but she got over it quickly once I handed her the bottle. The doctor's visit was kinda bleh. Last time we saw the doc, she was great and answered a lot of my questions and explained things pretty well to me. This time, not so much. I felt pretty annoyed at the doctor's reaction when I denied the recommended flu vaccine. Simply put, I told the doctor that me and Lu keep to ourselves, meaning I highly doubt she would be exposed to the flu. Well, the doctor didn't really buy that excuse, but I told her I would take my chances, which she left me feeling like I was some bad mother. Oh well. Interestingly enough, just two days following the appointment Lucero came down with the sniffles, so we've been using that booger bulb thing, which she now hates, rubbing Vicks Baby Rub on her chest, and doing saline drops in her nostrils. We've also given her teeny, tiny amounts of children's Tylenol for runny noses. She's definitely shown improvement. She never had a temperature, which is good, but I just find it odd that she came down with the sniffles all of a sudden.
And here she is at six months...
Weight: 15lb, 5.5 oz.
Height: (will be input later)
Funny thing about the picture above, she was really cranky and was about to start crying after I set her down to take the picture, but as soon as I held up the camera, she flashed a smile. Remind you of anyone? Funny how DNA works like that.
And here she is trying carrot baby food for the first time. She liked it pretty well. Me? Not so much.
One last thing, lately Lucero cries whenever I leave the room. Like literally I just turn the corner and she begins crying. She also sometimes does this when my father leaves the room. Anyway, I had no idea separation anxiety could begin so soon. Anyone know how to combat this?
