Half Birthday!

Happy six months, to my little sunshine!  Friday you turned a half a year old!!  How on earth did this happen?  I had visions of baking a half a birthday cake or cutting brownies into a "6", but then I realized that since you can't eat them that they would be left for us to eat.  There's still too much Easter chocolate in this house to even consider baking right now.  So you'll have to settle for some sweet pictures of yourself with plastic Easter eggs.  Bummer.  No brownies.  Next year.

Tuesday, Daddy surprised both of us with a quick overnight trip to the other coast.  We did some much-needed shopping for the family and the house, ate the best burger of my life, and basically just relaxed.  I slept better than I have since you were still a squiggly fetus.  A steamy bath in a whirlpool tub and a glass of wine will do that for a person.  You loved the breezy balcony and comfy bed.  And I'm pretty sure you were an Ikea fan, even though you were asleep for most of it.  You were amazing for the car ride though, making me think there may be more roadtrips in your future.

Hanging out on the balcony of the hotel room.

Taking in the view.

Playing on the hotel bed the next morning.

Friday was a milestone for you in more than one way.  It was also the longest you've ever been away from me, which is saying a lot, because you and I are kinda attached at the hip right now.  I volunteered for Sydney's field trip to the botanical gardens, and you stayed home with Daddy.  He's one of your favorite people, so I wasn't too worried about it.  He says you were a perfect angel.  You only cried when you were waiting in the car for Sydney and me to leave the school.  Sounds about right.


Today we attempted a garage sale in our yard.  Between Grandma's recent ability to let go of a few things and my spring cleaning, we had a decent amount of things out there.  But it was a bit of a long morning with not a ton of people stopping by.  You were a trooper though, hanging out with us the entire time, winning hearts and meeting neighbors.  We've lived her four years and I met more neighbors today than the entire four years combined.  

You, being better than expected at the garage sale.  And rockin' the Yankees hat.

And before we forget, it's time for:

What Finnlee is Digging: 6 Months

• Rattles.  You are big into banging, swinging, pounding, shaking any and everything that makes its way into your tiny fist.
• Anything crinkly.  The instant you hear anything that sounds like a plastic bag, you quickly find the source and see if you can grab it.  I have to be sure to keep grocery bags in the back or on the floor because you grabbed one that was on the seat beside you once...and that's a no-no.
• Your rolling toy.  Not sure what it's called, but it's like a busy box, but on two "wheels" so you can push it and roll it.  It's funny to see how much you've changed in a month.  When I first gave it to you, you had no idea what to do with it.  Now that you're a full time "sitting baby", you push it around and poke at all of the buttons like you've known how to do it all along.
• The Baby Bullet.  Well, actually, I love the Baby Bullet for the speedy, homemade baby food and storage options.  You mostly love the byproduct of it, which this week has been sweet potatoes, zucchini & yellow squash.  Yum!
• iPhones.  Or pods.  Or pads.  Any and all flat-screened devices still command your attention.  Helpful, because you really don't love short car rides with lots of stops and starts.  But luckily you're easily distracted.

Showing the iPhone who's boss.

Your other new accomplishments are very cool things, like shaking your head "no" (not really "no"...just back and forth...but you do it at the funniest times), saying "mama" when you cry, and sitting without me worrying about you toppling over anymore.  You also push up on your knees when you're on your tummy, but your arms haven't gotten involved in the "pushing up" at all, so no crawling yet.  And that's fine by me.  I'm in no hurry to see you grow up.  I'm enjoying your tiny days more than you'll ever know.