6 Months and Counting

Somebody just turned six month's old in the last few days. It was celebrated with another check up and set of shots. M is now 17 pounds and 26.6 inches long. Her weight puts her in the 68th percentile and she's in the 80th percentile for height. She's smiling a whole lot more (and she was quite smiley already) and has decided her socks are worth removing and eating. Here is a very recent photo of her. (Photo removed)

My folks had a photo taken of me when I was 6 months old as well. Apparently, I was able to sit up at that time (or so it appears from the photo). What I really love about this picture is that it captures the bottom of my shoes. It appear as if they've been walked in for a while, but I'm pretty sure there was no walking around at that time for me. You can also tell I managed to put on a good deal of weight; those chubby cheeks are a dead give-away.

Me at 6 months all bright eyed and bushy tailed

These are just two photos of two baby girls, born nearly 62 years apart. We seem to have similar hair styles and thunder thighs (You can see mine, sort of and I have seen M's). But is there any real resemblance? I'll leave that discussion up to you, dear reader.

M here's a bit of wisdom from me to you on 6 months away from your birthday: People will forget how you look but they'll never forget how you have made them feel. And M you have a way of making a whole bunch of people very, very happy. That's a trait to hang on to throughout life.

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