^Baby-in-the-chair idea from this blog. 1 week, 1 month, 1 1/2 months...I only missed February.^
6 months is a big deal for me. This is the beginning of a shift. Our pure, sweet-smelling baby will ingest something more than breastmilk, her poops will smell like something more than European cheese, she will soon crawl on the ground and shove all kinds of who-knows-what in her mouth. Our littlest angle is slowly coming down to earth. Once the weather warms up again, we'll likely do another ground-touching ceremony.
^My first attempt at this "quick change trouser" reversible pattern (which, despite being led to believe otherwise, does not accommodate bulky cloth diapers. So even though I made a 9-12 month size, I'll need to throw in some side panels soon and make the next pair significantly wider.)^
Six months already. Holy shit. The smell of our bathroom still reminds me of our labor and birth. We did it together, girl. And now, you will be extending yourself farther and farther from my embrace. Your wings are sprouting.