Leah just turned six months old on Sunday. The little cream puff weighed in at 20 lbs. 5 oz. at her appointment yesterday. That puts her in the heavyweight division with Collin. We joked about it when they were born (see my comment on this post), but the more I see the more I really think they're meant for each other. Leah makes us laugh every day by doing things like holding an object in her hand and talking to it, flapping her marshmallow arms like she's about to fly, and shaking her head at us. Maybe she's seen us do it, but I don't think she's really saying "no." Also, lately she's started to like her mother more than her old dad, probably because dad has no FOOD. Hillary assures me she'll turn into a daddy's girl later.
This post sponsored by Kelcy (polka dot shirt) and Angie (performance fleece).
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Wow, isn't that shirt just the cutest little thing? With those polka dots, and it's, pink, and well, I just LOVE it!!! ;)
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