I have had the best intentions to login to my account and write a beautiful ode to my daughter; filling you all in on how much she has changed and what amazing things she has done but I'm just too damn tired. We are in the frenzy of packing for our first airplane ride with the Pudge. We are going to sunny Florida to visit Nana and Grandpa for Thanksgiving. Don't get me wrong, I am excited to see the fam and enjoy the warm sunny weather by the pool but packing for a 6 month old in what should be a 2 hour flight but could turn into a 10 hour ordeal is daunting. The what if's are enough to kill ya. David is in the midst right now of searching for our "big" suitcase so I only have a minute.
Grace said da-da last Saturday. Not directly at Dave but I guess in his general direction. We're not sure if it truly counts as a first word but just in case I thought I'd share. She has also began to stroke her hair when she's tired or hungry. Wow, I just read that last sentence. Instead of deleting it and starting over, I'm going to leave it so you all know can really understand the mind of a woman in her late twenties (arg), blancing a full time job, a household, a husband, a dog, and a 6 month old Pudgey. Scary, I know. But Grace is still by far the best thing that has ever happend to me and I owuld never change a single thing about her!
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