I knew I shouldn’t have done that. Baby girl is almost 6 months. I get a wee bit aggrivated when 6 month clothes don’t fit with as much as much generousity and flare. NO!!!! She cannot be 6 months! Yet, she is.
I need to write some random things down in case this next surgery or the “next best drug” erases my memory along with the rest of my brain. Halle bear: a) I love you TO PIECES. You make my heart hurt. b)You are already funny. Following suit of your big brothers already. You know 2 things. You like to laugh, and you like yourself some milk. Like stat. We will work on manners when I get those down myself. Your personality has flourished in a comical way these last few days, leaving me perplexed. So I laugh and scratch my head. For example-why is your older brother dancing like a rabies infested chimp so funny to you? You can’t stop laughing?! Really-after the 400th time? You want nothing more than to eat your big toe. So THAT is why you hate your carseat. Stupid strap. You will always smile at the older lady in henry’s or costco smiling at you, mid tantrum or not, and this makes me melt. To end this note, I will say, I don’t know how I would have gotten through this year without you to look forward to. You didn’t need me half as much as I needed you. Praises to our loving God who has chosen me to me to be your mommy. I love you sweet baby girl.
And I ran to your room 1st during the earthquake….. shhhhh, don’t tell.
To celebrate 6 months of your precious life I decided to finally complete your nursery, kind of.
Here are pics, don’t judge. I have a brain tumor!!!!!! (as my sweet Emily says)