I know. That’s about all you’ve heard from me in a few weeks. Summer, man! It seems every single minute of every single day is packed full of goodness. And most of those gooey, delicious bites usually don’t involve spending time writing. Sadly.
We are finally getting around to a few finishing touches on the front of our house — re-landscaping took us a good 5 weeks. I can’t wait to share some pictures. Although the outcome doesn’t necessarily mirror the amount of hours that were put in — new plants are small! — it still looks like a different house to me.
Somehow Rose is now four months old. How did this happen?
We have turned a corner with her colic and I am pleased to say that our sanity has mostly returned (I’m a realist. I know it may not ever return). Our evenings are no longer spent fighting back tears as we take turns holding/bouncing/shushing a screaming, inconsolable baby. Now they are spent with smiles, laughter, and SO MUCH TALKING.
Seriously. This girl talks all the time. We are in for a real treat when she starts to learn words.
Watching her discover her feet was probably one of my favorite milestones so far. That, and rolling over. You should’ve heard us cheering her on. As if screaming out supportive ovations would’ve given her the extra boost she needed to flip over like a pancake. As soon as she figured out how to roll over IT WAS ON. All she does anymore is flip front to back and back to front as soon as you set her down.
Her smiles come from inside her gut, and her giggles all but knock me over. I’ve never heard a sound so sweet and I feel like, for the first time, I’m meeting my daughter — the real her.
Don’t get me wrong, she is still a baby. She still fusses and cries when she’s hungry, and has cases of The Cranks, but the happy times are finally far outweighing the grumpy times.
Her alertness and propensity for learning continues to blow my mind. It seems she teaches herself something new every day, and I know that’s only going to continue to flourish.
Even though we’re still only sleeping in three hour shifts, our lives are whole lot more manageable than they were a month ago. It’s hard to believe this little peanut screamed so hard for long. I can finally say, to other mothers dealing with colic, THINGS GOT A LOT BETTER. We’ve finally approached the light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s so bright and beautiful.