Six months already, huh? My goodness, how time flies. When I look back at your newborn pictures I can almost not recall all of the screaming and tough nights. Almost. Give me another six months.
Sweet girl, you are just a wonderful ball of baby! You are almost always happy (if I am near, which I almost always am). You love your Momma. You love Daddy too, but you LOVE your Momma. You'd prefer that no one else hold you or feed you. You do enjoy Nash and Daddy playing with you and being near.
We finally seem to have your reflux under control, thanks to a high dose of prilosec. I kept you medicine-free for months, but that screaming. THAT SCREAMING. You poor little thing. You must have felt terrible. You would smile though the pain, but you also screamed through it. We still keep you mostly upright and always give medicine on time.
You are sleeping pretty well. We have had a minor setback with a yucky cold and cough spreading through the Davison clan. Your poor cousin Davis had it the worst. Here it just means lots of snot and a cough, but that can really hinder sleep. I've had you in the cradle in my room for about a week. I like having you close too.
You are sitting up assisted and just started pushing the walker a tiny bit. It's going to be very soon that you are off and running. I am just trying to enjoy this immobile time and your sweet snuggles.
You love to give kisses and will hold my face between your hands, shriek in glee, and plant a huge one on my mouth or nose. Your morning smiles still make my day. Wren, you are perfect in every way. We love your laid-back demeanor, how much you love me, and how you complete our family. Sweet baby, don't grow up too quickly, please.
I love you,
Mom
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