(I recently learned how to take black/white photos with my camera and I have been having a lot of fun taking pics of the girls.)I can't believe your sixth months old and in only a few shorts months you will be walking around the house...that is if you ever roll over. I stress and stress about when you will meet your developmental milestones...I think it is because I am a nurse and know when you should be meeting those goals. You doctors tell me that big girls just need more time!
If any one had any question about the monstrosity that is hidden underneath your clothes...here it is! Daddy and I love every inch of you, and there is a lot to love!
It is funny how every child is so different. Sophia loved the "Johnnie Jumper" and would just jump and jump forever. You on the other hand are perfectly content to just sit and swing from side to side. And on occasion you will choose to play the little gadgets attached to it, but not very often.
Oh, how I loathe baby food. It is disgusting and gets everywhere... you are not a huge fan of it either. I have tried every type and so far you will only tolerate sweet potatoes. We were on a roll and for two whole days you were eating great. And suddenly, you just stopped. Now when I try to feed you, your lips are pursed close together and you face turns away from whatever is on the spoon, so I have fed your ear, cheek and hair, but have not successfully hit your mouth in days.
Ashlyn, six months has come and gone in what seems like a minute. You have grown so much and are not the dainty and fragile beauty we brought home. You are a whole lot of baby and I love all 18 pounds of you. You have an adorable smile with perfect dimples in each cheek. You have gone from content and quiet, to needy and attention seeking. You cannot stand being alone and will cry, if myself, or anyone else for that matter, leaves the room...we are hoping this change is temporary. Your laugh is so endearing and it fills the house like the sweetest lullaby. I am cherishing every moment with you and can't wait for another day. I am so tired when I get home from a long night and sometimes I do not know how I will make it another minute. But when I come up stairs, open your door and wake you from your nights slumber... I see you smile, hear you squealing and suddenly I am filled up with energy or love...who knows. It is somehow enough to keep me going for the long day I have ahead. And although at times I could use tooth picks to hold my eyelids open...I would not change it for the world. I do not think I can ever give you up, and if I could somehow freeze time, I would keep you little forever...how long do you want to be loved...is forever enough?
