Somehow, this tiny baby

has become 6 months old. That’s half a year, folks. Wha?????

Lily/Lilith/Sweetie/Babygirl/Poopsicle (that’s what her Daddy calls her)…..we didn’t know that we needed to have her here but we did, we really, really did. She is sweet as all get out. The smiliest baby I know (I have to fight the urge, everytime a stranger exclaims, “Oh! I got a BIG smile from your baby!” to tell them, Nah, it’s not that big a deal, she smiles at everyone). Happy, happy, happy. A mover and a booty shaker. She inchworms and army crawls and rolls everywhere. EVERYWHERE. She wants to be wherever the people are, and hopefully “The People” include her big sister Anna because that is her very favorite person EVAH. She does this great gurgle laugh that cracks me up. She bounces when she is in my arms and she is happy and wants down. She lunges towards people when she wants them to hold her (especially her Daddy and her Nana). She loves to suck her toes and put everything (EVERYTHING! OMG Legos and Polly Pockets and American Girl Doll accessories–such as earrings–make me hyperventilate) in her mouth. She is just starting to sit up on her own. She has figured out how to drink from a cup and from a straw sippy cup. She loves sweet potato (though she makes a horrendously shocked face each and every time she eats it) and oatmeal and bananas. She babbles and giggles and she says Mamamammama but only when she is mad/upset. I pretend that she is calling me but I think it really means “I am mad!” She knows the sign for Milk and will start clawing at my shirt if I don’t get her latched on fast enough after making the sign. She loves dogs (but she is a hair puller) and kids. She loves the grocery store and generally gets all mellowed out in the sling while I shop. Her sleep has been just plain awful for the past two months but last night she rewarded my six months of service by only waking one time. Go figure, I had middle of the night insomnia. Sigh. She isn’t so sure about the stroller and would prefer the comfort and warmth of a baby carrier like a sling or the Ergo. She cuddles her head into the crook of my neck when she is tired and makes a sweet little humming sound. She is my baby and she is growing so fast.

Lily, we love you so. Happy half birthday, baby girl!

Tags: Birthdays, Lily

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