Bea turned six months old on the twelfth and to my eyes is becoming more and more beautiful every day. Clever too. She’s been working determinedly on learning how to crawl and doing very well. She is much more patient than Sam was and can spend hours happily practicing. She does get around and has great forward mobility, but I wouldn’t quite go as far as to say she is crawling yet, not properly. She likes to get up on her hands and knees and then extend until her bottom is high in the air and she is on hands and the very tips of her toes. Like Sam did, she then rocks and rocks, and grunts, and rocks, but she hasn’t quite figured out how to shift her weight to move her hands and crawl. Unlike Sam when she then inevitably crumples on top of herself she doesn’t cry and wail in frustration. Instead, she takes the opportunity to shuffle forward commando style before concentrating back on the real task at hand.
She will happily chase toys all around the floor, pushing them away with her hands and then eagerly attempting to follow. In this she also differs from Sam as he never really took to any of his baby toys as affectionately or interestedly as Bea has. I was actually excited to come across some baby Sam toys I thought I’d already passed on because he paid them no heed. Bea loves them.
Bea is also very mouthy and while Sam never tried to put anything except food into his mouth, Bea will try to chew and gnaw on anything she can reach. She has a constant river of drool flowing from her gummy smile and down her chin, and in her quest to traverse the hardwoods in search of tasty toys she leaves quite the gloopy slug snail.
For the last few months whenever I have made tea and we sit down together to eat Bea has wailed and insisted on joining us. She even seemed to have a sixth sense akin to Quincy knowing when the cheese is coming out of the fridge and would create a ruckous if she was tucked away in her bedroom supposedly napping. Eating with a fixated baby staring at my every forkful has become common. She really seemed super excited about mealtimes and would squeal and fawn over every bite I took, even trying to snap at my cutlery on occasion. Of course until now she has been purely breastfed but now I feel like we must have been torturing the poor girl.
With six months under her onesie Bea came of age and had her first solid meal (rice cereal mixed with breastmilk) last night. She was ready. She was willing. She was ravenous. She liked it. See for yourself.