Has It Been 6 Months Already?

Hard to believe that 6 months ago tonight, our little bundle of joy arrived to bless our lives. On one hand, it seems like yesterday. On the other, I can't remember what life was like before she got here.

I'll never forget that first time the nurse handed her to me. I'd never even seen a baby that young before, much less held one. She seemed content to just look around and see what was going on.



In fact, she spent the better part of that first week just sort of looking around.





She was a scant 6 pounds when she arrived, and we wondered if she would ever get bigger. We worried needlessly, as time would tell.




At the risk of tempting the baby-gods, she's been an absolute breeze so far. She slept through the night by 8 weeks, and has now settled into a routine that fits pretty good with ours. She goes to bed at 7, gets up 12 hours later, and is always happy to see us in the morning. There's something about that smile, but maybe it's just me.

Her favorite thing at the moment is to make raspberry noises, which is either an emulation of one of her favorite toys, or a response to the numerous NASCAR (go Tony!) and IndyCar (go Danica) races we've watched together. The unfortunate side-effect of this particular activity is the copious amounts of drool that accumulate on her chin and upper chest. She's wearing a bib all the time these days, just to keep her clothes dry.

We can't wait to see what the next 6 months bring. There's going to be crawling, walking , and even talking by next April. Then things start to get really interesting...