Has it really been 8 months since Piper joined our family, rounding us out at five kids?
Back in the day, I used to chronicle every month of our kids’ lives. While I miss that, I also have felt a shift in how I want to blog about our family online. I’m not sure where I land on that shift yet, but just want a bit more distance.
This post, though? NO DISTANCE. All up close and personal with the Piper.
Or, as we call her, Peeps. Peepers. Piperoni. Chubs. Nicknames are pretty fluid in our family.
And, much like my grandma Nanny used to do, I often call her Quin or one of my other kids names, going down through the list until I final get to hers. PIPER. Such a fitting name for this cheerful, happy, bright-faced girl.
Her smile is half-crazy, but lights up her face and the whole room.
She has moved into that phase of frustration that all my kids had before they could walk. She’s not even crawling (our latest one!), but rolls around the room. She can get up on all fours, but just when she’s poised to move forward, she rolls instead. The rolling is hilarious.
I lost her the other day when I left the room for a few minutes. She had rolled under our wooden church pew (aka the laundry pew) where a towel hanging off the bench hid her from sight.
Speaking of rolls, she isn’t our roll-iest baby, but definitely our chunkiest. Quin still wears diapers at night, and she and Piper are wearing the same size.
Her favorite places right now are the floor (which can be dangerous with four other kiddos and three dogs), the exersaucer, and the doorway jumper. She’ll only jump for an audience, though.
The place where she may be happiest? The YMCA. Where other people go to work out and where I go to work on the computer, finishing books and getting work done on my OTHER site. The workers there fight over her when she comes in because (their words) she is the happiest baby in the room. She loves the padded play areas and spends her time exploring without fear of being stepped on by a Great Dane.
Her first tooth came through this week, also our latest at this milestone.
I don’t mind a bit that she’s slow with all the things.
She is, after all, our last. Something that still makes me sad, despite KNOWING this is right for our family. And for my body, which had four major surgeries birthing these little people, and another one to fix some of that damage this year. (More on that in another post!)
After the surgery, she had her first bottle (at just over six months) and now wants to trade in nursing for bottles. I’m trying not to let her, but boy– she can get frustrated when things aren’t fast enough.
Everyone in the family loves her and the girls fight over who gets to talk with her. It would be cute, but I’m so over fighting. The dogs (more on that later too) love her and she loves them. She will roll over to them if they are inside and they will lick her until I put a stop to it.
I can’t get over how fast the time has gone. It’s so over-said, but with good reason: The days are long but the years are short.