Baby: 6 Months

Really?  Half a year has gone by?  My, oh my, that went fast.  Her first birthday is just around the corner and if the first year goes this fast, she'll be 18 before I know it.  I'm really trying to enjoy it and be in the moment.  We sure love our Zoey.  She has learned so much the past month:

Rolls over like a pro - front and back.

Hardly nurses at all.

Tried rice cereal for the first time and doesn't mind it.  She's still trying to figure out the spoon.

Has lost a bunch of hair on the side, but it's still really long on top.  Long enough for a "whale spout!"

Looks like her eyes are staying blue!

Sleeps 8-9 hours a night.

Still eats 6 oz. every 3-4 hours.

Is in 6 mo. clothes but those are getting slightly small.

Wears size 3 diapers.

Love to splash in the bathtub.

Has discovered her tongue and will stick it out, rub it on her lips and blow raspberries.

Has learned how to fake cough (from mimicking) and it is adorable.

Likes to "sing."

Grabs everything!  Her hand-eye coordination is really great and is starting to use her pincer grasp.

Has the cutest belly laugh that I need to hear at least once a day.

Has a decent attention span and tries to take everything in.  Thus, gets very distracted by people when she's trying to eat or go to sleep.

Responds to her name.

Some hair in back is past her neck!

Had her first nasty flu virus. :(

Oh we love, love, love her!

Back

I had been dreading the last 4 weeks, but we survived!  Dallin has been traveling for work to Seattle for one week, one week home, Seattle for one week, then Portland for one week.

The first week was by far the hardest.  Him leaving us for the first time and my parents being on trek sent me into an anxiety-driven panic.  Luckily I am surrounded by awesome in-laws and more family to get me through.  And you know what?  We survived.  I did it.  And I'm pretty proud of that fact.

By yesterday, we were all pretty burnt out.  Poor guy had been getting home Friday night, mow the lawn Saturday and do laundry and pack back up to leave Sunday morning.  He and one other guy was the only ones who had to do three weeks, all others only had to do one or two.  What was frustrating was that he even asked not to go and his boss loves him but since he's such a hard worker, they couldn't do without him.

Thursday I was at my wits end.  It had been a long month and Zoey has been so fussy the last few days and I didn't know why.  The only thing that kept her happy was me dancing around with her and kicking a red plastic cup on the ground.  She was so wiggly and it was killing me to hold her since I'd been to the gym and it'd kicked my butt.  Then I accidentally stepped on the cup and the loud noise sent her into a hysteric frenzy.  I put her in her Bumbo to make her a bottle for the nighttime and she settled down unless I was out of her sight then it was the Apocalypse.  While making said bottle I saw  an 8-legged "friend" hanging out by the back door.  Nobody was home so it was all on me to kill the thing or not sleep that night.  I got a shoe and smashed it and spider BABIES went everywhere! Thirty or 40 of them.   MY WORST NIGHTMARE coming true.  I grabbed some Windex which was the closest thing and sprayer the crap out of them to slow them down until I could find the Raid.  It was awful and so, so yucky.  I HATE SPIDERS.  After I finished hyperventilating, I picked Zoey up and she'd had a blow out.  Needless to say, my night was awesome and was more than overjoyed to see my honey Friday night.

We're just having a nice weekend hanging out as a family and snuggling.