I should know it’s bad when I go to look for photos of Maya and realize this one from over a month ago is cute enough. I have lots of phone pics but that’s infinitely more difficult to get to this little blog…or so I pretend.
I should also be ashamed that I was planning on doing monthly blog posts about this amazing little girl when she arrived, and um…I can’t recall if I’ve done any. So, this is HAPPY 8 MONTHS- which technically was last Friday but who is counting really. This is the first child I’ve ever gotten their age off consistently- I can’t wait to be rid of this whole “month” thing.
I should admit that I just recorded her new tooth even though she got her first one last month…and since that first one, three more have shot through. She’s probably the least tolerating of the whole process and tylenol has been our friend lately. It’s so funny how you get used to a gummy smile and then teeth appear and you forget what a toothless grin looked like. Every time. It’s so cute though, why are tiny teeth adorable?
Speaking of her smile- out of all our babies, we’ve had to work the hardest for her smile. We joke that she won’t give it out simply because we smile at her…we really gotta earn it, except for when she wakes up from naps. She doles out smiles and laughter really well then. But it’s always worth it, no matter how long it takes- because her whole face lights up. She has the most adorable dimples in the world and her eyes crinkle, her nose scrunches…precious, oh so precious.
Maya is a mover. I’ve never had a baby start crawling at 6 months. It’s insane and weird. I’m a big fan of slow learners. Ha. The funny part is that she can crawl, pull up on anything, walk along stuff, climb stairs…but she can’t hold her bottle up to feed herself. She LOVES to be moving and at this stage every single thing goes in her mouth. Thankfully we’ve never gotten out of the baby/toddler stage so we don’t own small-enough-to-choke toys and I’ve just decided we won’t for awhile. And I literally think I’m gonna turn around one day and see her walking across the room. That girl is going places.
Her time in the jumperoo is definitely the most entertaining. She loves to jump hard and swing around and laughs or yells most of the time. It’s perched on a ledge so she misses the stair sometimes but just keeps going. It’s hilarious. She loves her brothers- they probably make her smile the most. She is teaching Regan to share…something he hasn’t had to do much. And in turn, Regan is taking advantage of someone to boss around.
I just love her chubby little thighs and sweet hands and beautiful dark skin…she is growing way too fast, but I am grateful for the gift of who she is to our family. It just hit me the other day that we only have 4 months left of formula and I realized how fast this year has gone, even though it’s felt like the slowest year on the planet in other ways.
I bought her some pajamas last week that say “Read to Me” so I will be reminded that I should read her books. Our only avid reader happens to be the one I read books to the most as a baby…Josiah. I also bought her some fresh new bottles that are bright pink- she’s gotta be tired of all this blue and green. heheh. And just recently I started playing Praise baby and Baby Signing time dvds for her- which she LOVES. It is so funny tho- while Jos was always comatose as he watched, she is so different. You can actually see her eyes follow every movement on the tv and if you say her name, she actually responds. Is this the beginning of the differences between boys and girls? Hmmm
I tried painting her nails for two seconds before I realized I have a hard time even cutting her nails, so why would I think polish would ever have a chance to dry on her sweet little fingers? Silly me. Baby girl swimsuits are still my favorite thing to buy- so. darn. cute.
I’ve started rambling. Anyway, all that to say, we love you so much maya. Josiah and I were discussing full names the other day and he listed off everyones…josiah henry farrell, regan ocean farrell, krista joy farrell, barton kevin farrell and when I asked what his sister’s was, without skipping a beat he replied: maya papaya farrell.
So, maya papaya farrell…you’re the best.