Happy Half Year

To my brown-eyed Bleu,

You are the baby girl I never knew I always wanted. You remind me daily of my blessed life and how awesomely brilliant it can be if I just pause to soak it up. You have a curious + determined nature. You don't know what it is to sit idle, not even for a sec. But you find enormous comfort nursing in my embrace. You rub your eyes when you are tired + find your thumb when you are sleepy. You rarely fall asleep anywhere but your crib. You are not a cuddler like your brother, and we've had to get used to that. You have thick little thighs so cute I could just eat them up.

Your gummy lil' grin is intoxicating, 100% proof. You like when I juggle your teethers, tip your stacking cups, and dance around you like a clown. You laugh out loud at Buby and are forever egging him to kick it up a notch ~ be sillier, jump higher, sing louder. You are not sure if the baby doll above is real or fake, but you like to suck her toes and administer mouth-to-mouth just the same. You don't like to see me walk away, ever. You have a deep, sultry voice. You spend most of the day exploring the world from your belly or my hip. You are not much for sitting still or laying back. You prefer to stand and lean against me when I change your #2 diapers {Buby did this, too}.

You eat + sleep on demand {we have routines instead of strict schedules}. You are hungry about every 3 hours and take up to two naps a day, but you are flexible + patient. You have never taken a bottle. You are a superb night sleeper {knocking like heck on wood here. I know these things change on a dime.} You are your Daddy's daughter with your eyes shut and mine with them open. Or so they say. You remind me of him always. You are social. You are strong. You are quiet at times and a total chatterbox when we least expect it.

You barf upwards of 10 million times a day {lost count}, but having GERD hardly phases you at all. You toot an insane amount. You are crawling in your own sweet way. You have a big few months ahead of you. Six-month checkup next week. Perhaps a first tooth. First flu shot. First taste of rice cereal with pumped milk. First baby signs {I started teaching Buby around 6 months and he was signing back by 10}. First costume. First swim lesson. First holiday season. Right now you are healthy + happy, and we couldn't ask for more. Except maybe two more just like you. Ha! J/k. Sort of. Happy birthday babe.