six month pictures

I know I'm a little late, as usual, but here are Ellie's six month pictures.  You'll have to excuse the color of the walls...that will be changing [hopefully] this weekend!  And then I will finally be able to finish decorating her nursery!

Our favorite of her facial expressions...the close-mouthed smile!  It's even cuter in person. 

She is getting increasingly difficult to take pictures of because she is becoming quite the little mover!  She can sit now [but not always well] and she inchworms her way across the floor.  Or the bed.  Or wherever she happens to be at any given time.  Standing with support is also a new favorite pastime.

Her new favorite game involves me looking away from her for a few seconds, and then unexpectedly looking back at her.  She giggles and giggles and I feel like the best mom in the world.  She is so much happier and just more content in general than her fussy newborn days.

Except for last week when I took her to the doctor.  She was not a happy camper then.  She loves to observe people, but as soon as they try to get in her face or touch her, her bottom lip juts out into the cutest little pout you ever did see.  Which made the trip to the doctor difficult, as you can imagine.  But she is as healthy as can be, and I think she will just be small for awhile.  Or maybe forever.  Also possible.  She was in the 25th percentile for height but was only 12 pounds, 10 ounces, which the doctor told me "isn't even really a percentile," but assured me that "the world needs small people, too."  I told him I'd be sure to relay that information to Tim.

Lately Ellie has loved every flavor of baby food we've given her.  Except for squash.  Squash always makes her gag.  But everything else makes her so excited that she rocks back and forth, cooing expectantly.  And then she always tries to steal the spoon from us, but that always just ends with food everywhere [you know, except for her mouth], so I try to keep the spoon in my possession at all times.

I know it's cliché, but seriously, she really does get more fun every day.  And we love her more every day.

 And life is just better with her in it.

p.s.  In totally unrelated news, I made Tim watch the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice [hello, Colin Firth!] with me over the past few days, and...wait for it...he actually liked it.  Shhh.  Don't tell.  Can't have him losing his man card over me and my girly movies.

p.p.s.  But if he does, he'll be in good company.  My dad's loved Jane Austen for years.

p^3.s.  I love men who appreciate the finer things in life.

p^4.s.  And British-talking movies.