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Little Mer-bear, you are 6 months old and weighs 18.2 lbs.  You are in the 84th percentile for weight.  You are 26.5 inches long.  I noticed yesterday that your bottom right tooth has popped through!  You never crabbed about it or gave us any indication you were hurting/teething (except for 3 nights ago you woke up at midnight after having just nursed an hour prior and I let you cry yourself back to sleep thinking you just wanted to nurse for comfort.  Ugh, I was wrong....you were probably hurting a little bit b/c of that tooth).  You are also sitting up completely unassisted and will sit in one spot for what seems like hours, just playing with any little objects that we've put in front of you.  You don't roll over yet, but it is mostly because you just aren't too interested.  You are the most mild-mannered little girl in the world.  You like your pacifier from time to time.  You definitely recognize your mama now.  You give me all sorts of love.  When I pick you up your b

Luke, you are growing up.  It has really hit me in the past few weeks as I have witnessed your behavior patterns changing from your norm.  At times you struggle with transitions or change (most people do), but recently you've faced change with courage and a mature attitude.  For example, we decided to add a full day of preschool for you after Christmas (to help you get used to the longer school days you will face next year in kindergarten).  You have been going just Tuesday and Wednesday mornings and we decided to add Wednesday afternoons.  After an extra long Christmas break (due to some severe cold weather causing school to be cancelled) your first day back to preschool was on a Wednesday.  I stressed out, wishing your first day back could be just a half day, to ease you into it.  Transitioning back to school is hard enough, and adding a full day might be really hard (I thought).  I toyed with pushing out your first full day to the following Wednesday.  Well, when we talked about

Tonight I asked Ben if the shorts lying on the floor in his room were dirty.  He informed me that they were indeed.  He said: I got ogrit on them, Mom.  I'll throw them in the camper. Translation:  I got YOGURT on them, Mom.  I'll throw them in the HAMPER. He makes me laugh so hard!  The camper.  :)