Happy Half Birthday Lula!

Oh how time flies...my baby is 6 months old. I'm having the hardest time letting this one grow up. She's my last one and I just don't want to believe that I won't get to do this again. Is it wrong to wish I could be a Grandma soon? I'm not kidding, I find myself counting the years until I can be a Grandma and hold a precious baby that I love like it's my own. Maybe I'll just have to become an annoying Aunt and obsess over my nieces and nephews as they come into this world. First I have to convince my littlest sister to have a baby and then to move back to Washington so I can take it away from her. Next I have to convince my other sister who's actually pregnant to not move away like she's planning and...well...give me her baby! I'm sure they'll go for it, right?
Seriously, I don't want this to be the last time I get to nurse, rock my baby to sleep, fit them in my arms, carry them on my hip, squeeze fluffy baby fat, hear my baby giggle for the first time. I would keep going but I'm sure you'd stop reading so I'll stop. I just really love the 1st year and that goes by in a blink. We're already half way there for crying out loud. Tallula still thinks I walk on water, give her a few more months and she'll be done with me. They all do it to me! They love me until they figure out Daddy is way cooler than I am. This happens about the time I stop nursing at one year old. I guess I'll just have to nurse her forever! Just kidding, I promise I won't be one of those moms nursing their kid before they head off to Kindergarten. I will promise to cherish every moment I have left of being her everything! Soon she'll be bad mouthing me just like the rest of the lot!