My sweet baby girl is six months old today. I look at her and wonder where my tiny newborn went. It's a sort of bittersweet that she's not this tiny, helpless baby anymore, although I am loving the little girl she is becoming. She's such a happy baby - she giggles at so many things, especially Copa and peek-a-boo. Copa only has to walk by for Kaylin to erupt in laughter. She also loves being tickled! She thinks she's a big girl now and loves sitting up. In fact, if I put her on her back to play, she fusses until I sit her up. She loves to eat, especially vegetables. Sweet peas are her absolute favorite, but she also enjoys sweet potatoes and carrots. She doesn't care for fruits, but we're working on it. She got some bananas down this morning. Her little gums are bumpy and she's always drooling and chewing on anything she can get her hands on. I wonder when her first tooth will poke through. She's such a curious baby - always watching what is going on around her. She's started reaching for me to pick her up. I can't ever resist those little arms reaching for me. She's got me wrapped around her finger. She loves bath time - she splashes and doesn't even mind when she gets water in her eyes. I think we have a water baby on our hands! She's still sleeping in bed with us, although she is waking less often to eat now. I am considering transitioning her to her crib, but I love her being next to me every night - especially when Billy is away for work. OH! She said her first word this week! On Tuesday I was feeding her and Billy was sitting with us. I always say "bite" before I put the spoon in her mouth. Well, I said "bite" and she looked at me and said, clear as day, "bite." My mouth fell open and I looked at Billy to make sure I actually heard what I thought I heard. His eyes got really big and he said in disbelief, "Did she just say 'bite'?" Yep. She's advanced. ;)
I'm not quite sure about her height and weight, but she has a doctor's appointment scheduled for Friday. I hate the thought of her getting more shots, but I know they're a necessary evil.
I can't put into words how much I love this little girl. She is the light of my life and even when I'm tired or stressed, I am so thankful she is here. She's worth everything it took to have her - all the months of trying, all the tears each time we succeeded then miscarried, all the worry that it might happen again, all shots I gave myself in the stomach, all the morning sickness. I'd do it all again if I knew I'd end up with a baby this perfect.



Happy half birthday, love bug. In six more months you get cake.