That means we've known her for half a year. It kinda feels like I've known her forever. And at the same time, like as was just born yesterday. I'm guessing I'll feel like that for the rest of my life.
6 months means...
Swimming with friends.
Loving the exersaucer
Having fun with the baby in the mirror.
Sitting like a big girl in the cart.
Playing with toys. And sitting.
Wrestling dad
Drinking Starbucks.
Peaceful sleeping
Finding toes
thumb sucking
trying fro-yo.
swinging. (more fun than fro-yo apparently.)
and...
she still will fall asleep in my arms if she's really desperate.
i'm cherishing all of it.
