Today is Daphne's six-month birthday. I sure do like her. She is the greatest thing that has ever happened to Jack and me. She gets cuter and cuter every day. I love that her little personality is starting to show through. My favorite thing about her this month is that she has started to develop two distinct cries for us. She has a special cry for her Daddy and a different cry for me. The proof of this is that when she does her daddy cry Jack will leap towards her to pick her up and comfort her much faster that I will. When she does her mommy cry Jack will look up and wander over while I run to her aid. Interesting the way babies manipulate situations. It is like through months of crying for our attention she has figured out what pitch and volume of cry will make each of us get there faster depending on what she wants. Of course the cry that gets me running sounds like her pain cry. I am not sure what distinguishes the cry she uses for Jack, to me it just sounds like she is whining.
For her sixth month birthday she decided to poop all over my nightgown this morning. The nasty antibiotics that she is taking (which smell like if Hell were made of bubblegum) are giving her diarrhea. In a bonus episode she puked the entire contents of her stomach (bananas included) all over her Aunt Mauria last night. Does Hallmark make a card for that?
Daphne still has her cold. Her nose is runny, her ears hurt, she has diarrhea, and generally doesn't feel good. BUT, she still insists on practicing her crawling. She has been getting up on her hands and knees rocking back and forth. She is very frustrated that she can't move forward. She crawls backward with ease, but the only thing she can do forward is this weird little bounce. It reminds me of the game leap frog. Poor Daphne, she is so determined that it is almost pathetic. Well, gotta go. I hear her crying out for me. Pray for me that she hasn't soiled her diaper.