Dear Emily,You are six months old today. You, who changed my life forever. I remember last June, laying on the couch praying the lime Gatorade would stay in my stomach. I thought "Is a baby really worth it?"
You closely examine any object placed in your reach from the red blocks to the rubber-made lids. Maybe you are preparing to be a scientist - someday studying microscopic viruses through a lens.
When we lay on the floor to play, you grab, with intensity, your yellow dinosaur, shake it once, and stick it in your mouth.
In your last life, I think you were a bird. Whenever you are excited, you flap your arms exerting such a wind that my hair blows. Then, you start panting like you just completed wind sprints.
Your father moved your bath time to after dinner when we found cereal in your hair, on your legs, between your toes, within your elbow crease, and all over your face. The first time, he exclaimed, "Why did we just bathe her?"
I am definitely breast feeding your siblings. A few weeks ago, your father and I spent the weekend getting sick, so you spent it with GranAnne and GranDan. By Sunday night, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Stephen, and GranDan caught the baby flu. But you never got sick.
We ran errands last week with Aunt Jennifer. In all three stores, people stopped us to goggle over you and exclaim how cute you are. "She looks like a cabbage patch kid."
I think you are on the verge of crawling. By next month's letter, I predict we will be Emily proofing the house.
Love,
Mom
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