Six Months and Two and a Half

Lola is half of a year old. Half of a year! A half of a year has passed since the day she was born. Whoa. And she is darling. She is the happiest baby I've ever met and is willing to give anyone who looks at her a little love. She is bouncing, smacking and licking her lips, responding to her name, and even sat up alone long enough to have her picture taken. She adores her sister and smiles at her constantly and when she hears her daddy's voice she wiggles and squirms like crazy.

I started cereal with her last week and she gobbles it right up. Surprise, surprise. We're going to try some bananas tomorrow. Something tells me that she will love them, as Georgia did. That same something tells me she will be a better eater than Georgia.

She had her appointment yesterday and all is well. She is weighing in at 17 lbs and 10 oz in the 77th percentile. She measured 25 1/2 inches long, but I think that was wrong. She has always been about the 75th percentile for height, but this time dropped to the 33rd.




And not to leave out Georgie-girl. She is hilarious. Almost everyday we are cracking up at the things she says:

"Lola, stop talkin' riiiiiiiiiiiiiight now."

"What are you do-een?" When she know perfectly well what I'm doing.

"Daddy is a boy and Mommy is a girl and Lola is a girl and Jo-Ja (Georgia) is a girl."

"Mommy, it's Jesus!" about the man next to us in line at the grocery store who had shoulder length hair and a goatee and who was definitely within hearing distance.

She has also started emphasizing her exclamations with an 'h' sound: "Ye-hes!" "Wo-how!"

Whenever Andy and I kiss or hug she laughs and yells, "Yay, they're married!" Or she says, "Turn around and get married." Then we're supposed to turn to each other and hug/kiss.

And my most favorite: "I pooped! See? Look at my butt." I honestly don't know where she picked up that one.