these days i've been thinking a lot. a lot about what it is to raise a girl today. about how everywhere you look there are images of what a girl should look like, and how they should act. it's a discussion that's been had many times before, but to be a mother of a little girl suddenly makes it all very relevant.
with summer upon us i can't help but be aware of my own self conscious body issues. they've been there for as long as i can remember, and i couldn't for the life of me tell you where they come from. the feeling has it's peaks and valleys, but by all accounts i couldn't say i've always been 100% comfortable with my body. this feeling, the one that shows it ugly head when i just can't seem to find something to wear that feels right, is not a feeling i ever want to pass on to penny. she's going to get bombarded by it when she's older, and i want to protect her from that for as long as i possibly can. i can't help but see myself through her eyes now, so i'm making a promise now to you penny...
24 weeks, just shy of 6 months, crazy! this little gal right here is a hoot and a half, let me tell you! she knows she's funny and she's milking every second of it. she spends much of her days squealing, singing, and telling stories to her girl sophie. she drools buckets full on a daily basis, and i'm thinking that first tooth might be just around the corner. it's hard to tell for sure though, because every time i try to look in her mouth she just grabs my fingers and eats them. she rolls around the floor like a champ, and is investigating this thing they call crawling. she's more like a little worm though, scooting along on her belly. if she wants to get somewhere, she's going to find a way! as you can see she's a pro sitter now. she really wants nothing to do with laying down anymore, and will do baby crunches if put on her back. girls gonna have abs of steel! she's really starting to let that personality of hers come out, and it's so beyond heart melting when she throws those little arms around my neck to give her mama a big ol' baby hug. i always heard that 6 months is when things really start to get fun, and i can absolutely see why!
