half a year.

I've just finished clearing out Mari's little closet. A tiny little newborn sized onesie was hidden at the bottom of it, and her old mitts and socks. It seems like she barely had time to wear them before she outgrew them. It's always bitter sweet clearing away her old clothes. I don't know how many times I'll be changing her wardrobe. Will it always tug at my heart? Another size outgrown, another step away from mama...

She turned 6 months old yesterday. A chunky, lively little girl with a mind of her own. She loves arching her back allll the way over and looking at the world upside down. When she's mad she stamps her little feet in vexation. Loves eating. And, this is so sweet, when I hold her up in front facing away from me she'll lean her head back and give me huge sloppy open mouthed kisses. I feel like my heart will burst sometimes.

Work is breaking my back. Juggling Mari and work is hard even if I'm working at home. Being apart from the Mr. all the time is really lonely. Sometimes I wish we can fast forward to a time when we are all together as a family but then I look at that tiny gumdrop face and I just wish time would stand still so I can kiss her, hold her, nurse her just a little bit longer.