On Monday our baby turned 6 months old, and we celebrated big by starting her on Tamiflu. Sweet baby girl was prescribed it in an attempt to prevent her from catching the flu that has stormed its way through our household. So far she seems good, and the rest of us have recovered.
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| her chunky thighs can totally pull off white leggings in January |
Now back to little Lettie. Her first 6 months have been perfect. She is the most content baby. As long as she can see someone, she is perfectly happy. Playing in her jumper is her favorite pastime, and Belle is probably her favorite person (followed closely by Mommy). Belle has started calling her, "My dear", which cracks me up... I have no idea why Belle has started talking like a 70 year old woman. The little dear rolls all over the living room floor to get to her toys, but I'm hoping she won't actually start crawling anytime soon, because babyproofing is no fun. She sleeps great all night, but isn't usually a big napper.
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I always think that 6 months is the magic number. It usually takes me 6 months to feel like I have all of the logistics of a new baby figured out and to feel like life is completely back to a new normal. Not this time though. It seriously took no time to adjust to life with her. I'm nervous for any future babies we have, because no baby could ever be as happy and content as this lady. Happy 6 months little Lettie!!! We love you so very much. Thank you for all the joy, smiles, laughter, and snuggles you bring to our house every day.
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| Don't worry, Bug is very loved too :) |
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