this is crazy late, but it was worth it. i waited until the time was right—the sun was shining, the baby was happy, the three year old was otherwise engaged.
prepare for photo overload, because sometimes you win some.
*weight—not sure, i totally spaced on her 6 month checkup and had to reschedule. somewhere between “poo-splosions in size 2 diapers” and “butt falling out of size 3 diapers”.
*eyes—just blue enough to melt your heart
*cheeks—just chubby enough for spectacular kisses. right in that triangle between cheek, ear and neck.
hair—just long enough that she wakes up with the most awesome bed head. like a fluffy baby ducky.
*skillzzz—mad. things such as: sitting up, clapping hands. boom—done. we’ve even flirted with the “bye-bye wave”. also: the ability to detect mommy’s tip-toes—no matter how quiet—when screaming in her bed.
you guys? i DO.NOT.WANT.MORE.BABIES.
but what in the world do i do…
can i really make this my last swing through babytown????