I can't believe it's already been six months since we rushed to the hospital in preparation for your birth. I've become one of those mothers who spends my time lamenting about how quickly time has flown by.
|I had this brilliant idea that we'd take advantage of the 60 degree weather today before the chance of "widespread snow" set in. You weren't so fond of laying on the concrete.|
|You perked right up when your daddy picked you up off the ground, though.|
You also continue to love to play and to be outside. I'm not sure what you're going to do this weekend when the high is predicted to be 29 degrees. I hope you learn to love the snow.
We're still working on getting you to sit up, and I must admit that you're getting better every day. I love watching you learn new things, and I can't wait to see what you accomplish in the next six months.