Friday, May 27, 2016

She's 6 months

It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that 6 months have already gone by. 

This little gem__ she makes my heart smile all_day_long. 

I can't get her on a schedule for the life of me. It probably has something to do with the fact that there are 5 other treasures hanging around and no two days are alike. And because there's no schedule, some nights she's in bed at 9:00, and sometimes she's in bed at 6:30. Here at the farmhouse, you gotta just go with the flow, or you go crazy.

She adores her sister. Sometimes she'll burst out in giggles when the Dancing girl walks in the room. At the very least, she beams this seriously cute smile.

Her elbow dimple__ OH MY GOODNESS! 

We started feeding her baby food this month. So far, she eats like a champ, even peas, which up till now, NO ONE else has managed to keep down. 

And these pudgy hands__ there's nothing sweeter than having these little fingers wrapped around my finger. 

Her gummy smile. 
{No teeth yet.}

She rubs her eyes when she's tired.
She chews her fingers like mad.
Her paci is more like a toy than anything, but we still take it everywhere as if she can't live without it.

I love the way Solomon has a special voice that he uses when he talks to her.
I love the way the oldest four are quick to serve and meet her needs.
I love the way this little one lights up when I come to get her out of bed in the morning.

Six months with this abundant gift.

She's worth every moment of interrupted sleep, every hour of wanting me to hold her squishy little self at dinner time every night, and every pound I still haven't lost.

As I write this, the kids are supposed to be doing the dishes.

Instead, they are all chasing each other around the house, roaring and laughing themselves silly, even Miss Shiloh. I'm so thankful for this crew__the way they love__the way they laugh__ the way they live.

They chose joy.

Maybe I should make them stop romping around and do their chores, but I'd rather sit at the kitchen table and hear their giggles as I write these words.

And the dishes__ well, I have no doubt that they'll get done eventually.

I call her Shy-Shy, and I love her to the moon and back.