Six months, half a year - we really can't believe it! Alexis, on November 16th, our lives became so much more full as we welcomed you, our little Ladybug.
Over the past six months we have learned and loved and smiled and worried. We jumped for joy at your first smile, your first giggle. We felt such pride when you rolled over for the first time. We practiced with you and encouraged you, and now you are sitting all by yourself. We thanked our lucky stars those first few weeks and months for your lamb swing and how it comforted you and then got a little teary when we packed it away since you're too big for it now. We rushed out for preemie clothes since you were such a peanut when you arrived. Six months later, we've long since stored them away in your closet - you're wearing 9 month outfits these days. We grew with you as you learned to tolerate regular formula and now laugh at the faces you make when you taste peas (not so yummy) or sweet potatoes or pears or your beloved bananas. We raced to get the camera at 3 months when you sat up for the first time with the help of the Bumbo - which has now been replaced by your very own big girl highchair.
We hurried through bath time when you were a newborn and got so sad in the water. Now, bath time is one of our favorite activities with you, and we look for "excuses" to break out the tub and rubber duckie. We held you tightly as you went to your first library class, now we kick and splash and dunk you during swim class. We've gone from Newborn diapers to Stage 3, we put you to sleep with a swaddler and sleep positioner and now watch with delight as you squirm and roll and twist and turn in your crib (except of course when you wake yourself up doing this in the middle of the night).
Alexis Rose, you have blessed us in ways we never knew possible and turned a longtime couple into a family overnight. Our snuggly, cuddly, sleepy, quiet newborn has blossomed into a curious, funny, adorable, happy, opinionated and alert baby. You roll, you sit, you scoot on the floor to get around the room. You squirm and grab and squeal and smile. You drool, you taste anything and everything you can get your increasingly chubby hands upon. You jump and gasp and blow razzberries and play.
And what do we do? We love you so very much.







