June is six months old this week...how has she has lived for HALF A YEAR without me noticing the time.
Just as one is often told, one cannot blink without missing something with these ever-changing babies! Mia's whole first and second years were meticulously documented and each milestone was met with enthusiasm and encouragement. I cannot say the same for June. Instead, I'm just trying to soak up all her babyness before it melts away into...ahem...the joy of toddlerhood.
When we go swimming (even without the vest) all the support June needs to successfully float is a hand...no, a finger...under her head. Buoyancy abounds in these voluptuous rolls!
June has happily spent much of her life in the Bjorn: it has given me two free hands to (man)handle her big sis and simultaneously snuggle my baby. I am grateful that the U.S. decided to mass-market this age-old invention during my parenting era. I am still squeezing her in at every opportunity while I still can without requiring post-recovery chiropractic work.
Despite the fact that smiles are hard work with all that cheek, this gal does it often.
Her tongue likes to make an appearance every time.
At one of our trans-state pit stops; she has been an ever-patient passenger during our summer tours around the region.
one of her 6 mos photos:
A taste of the local dynamics:
*DISCLAIMER* These videos contain Mom's obnoxious baby voice.