Like American Honey...

This is the perfect little song for my sweet little girl. I pray that we can not only give you strong roots that give you balance and will, but also the desire to grow with intricacy, freedom and with a fearless and ardent heart.


She grew up on a side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey
Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get goin'
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime
And American honey
Get caught in the race
Of this crazy life
Tryin' to be everything can make you lose your mind
I just wanna go back in time
To American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime
And American honey
Gone for so long now
I gotta get back to her somehow
To American honey
~Lady Antebellum

6 Months Old

This morning we went to see Dr. Clifford for your 6-month check-up.  You got your final Polio, DTP and Hep B vaccines.  Your legs are sore but you did a great job handling the shots. You have had a few crying fits today, but you deserved them! You are 27 1/2 inches long, 21.1 pounds and your head is a little over 17 inches. So you are still pretty, really big, but you are starting to even out. The doc said everything looks great and that you have a really sweet demeanor. I have been thinking about that a lot and it really is true.  For the most part you are pretty laid back, happy and calm (unless you are hungry).  

Here are some fun pictures from Friday.

You loved cousin Ashley reading to you!

Hanging out.

Your favorite thing to do!

All of that fun wore you out! Snuggling together!

Sporting your Mohawk.

Outside getting fresh warm air with daddy.

Chomping on your carrot before we went to see Westen and Olivia!

The fuzzy little hairs on your head result in a new nickname of Birdie. It looks like you have feathers flying on your head. You are starting to try to twirl it when you drink your bottle which is the CUTEST thing ever!

Happy Half Birthday Sweet Thing

We are spending today playing outside, listening to music, hanging out with cousins from Alabama and going to see your friends Oli and Westen tonight! 

Pictures to come!!

Thursday's Thanks: Home Sweet Home!

Your daddy and I took a little trip this week to Las Vegas. We left Sunday and came back Wednesday.  He was on business and I was traveling west of North Carolina for the first time. It was three very, very hard days.  I worried about the plane ride. I was nervous you wouldn't take your bottle.  I missed you.  I talked about you  A LOT.  I had that homesick pit in my stomach. But...I made it. Along with about 10 bags full of fun new clothes for me and you :) Here we are in the big city.

Here you are with your sweet cheeked face that I missed from my toes to my head. Today was full of all the things I have been missing! Playing, reading, cuddling and eating.

Chewing on ice from your teething/feeder thing.

This is your new favorite thing: BOOKS.  You read, look at books, flip pages. Your obsessed and you cry if I take the book away.

After you cleaned your bowl, we celebrated your "Happy Bowl" which I learned form your Auntie Dee. You had other ideas of celebrating.

And licked any reminent of squash that was left. 

Sometimes...

...I tip toe into your room and pluck you out of your crib in the middle of nap time, your sleepy head heavy until it finds its nest in the nape of my neck. I sit in the yellow chair placed in the corner of your cozy room sprinkled with girly girl, and think about how you don't fit in my arms the same as you used to, and hold on to the fact that you still fit in my arms quite nicely.

...I read you stories from Gossip magazines and pretend we are just two girls chatting it up. By the end you have usually ripped the page or made it wet and swollen with drool.

...I have to read you the same book over and over and over again so you can get your share of On the Farm and Puppy Love.

...when you are having a rough day, I make and utter fool of myself to get you to smile. Goofy faces, loud laughs, silly songs and dances.  I mean utter fool, the kind people could use for ransom if they video taped me.

...I get lost in our day. Forget to change the laundry, start the dishwasher, make the bed. Realize it's night time before I realized what the date was. All because we are just too busy living.

...I let you play in the bath until your fingers and toes start to shribble into raisens.

...I spend way to much time getting you dressed in the morning. Trying on different outfits, playing dress up, trying on shoes.  I figure I only have so long to dress you in what I like.

...I let Sully give you kisses all over because the laugh that comes out and the face that you make is absolutely priceless and only he can get you to do it.  Don't worry we wash up afterwards.

...I try to fathom how much love, admiration and protection I feel for you and it just seems impossible to comprehend.  I hear it stays that way for forever.