Well ~ Now That's Just Mean!!

TEN months from today is Christmas

...sorry ~ couldn't resist.

TODAY our darling Emily has turned six months old. And with that it should be noted that it's also Rachael Ray's half birthday (she's 40.5). And my BFF's (whose age shall remain something not posted here!).

It's also my friend Jennifer from High School's 34th birthday.

AND it's my friend Jennifer from College's 34th birthday.

(how cool is that to have TWO friends named Jennifer born on EXACTLY the same day!)

While I could wish everyone else an electronic "Happy Birthday",

Emily was the only one I could take pictures of.

For your pleasure ~ Miss Emily Anna Freeman, on the day

she turned SIX. MONTHS. OLD!

What a difference six months make!

Six months ago, we brought home this:

I was very sick and Emily left the hospital before I did. It would be more than six weeks before I...well, "before I" alot of things.

Now she's sleeping mostly through the night and eating big girl cereal and veggies and fruits.

I am walking in long strides (it took a while and I notice it now) and "FIRM"-ing five or six days a week. I am also sleeping mostly through the night. :)

Amazing the difference six months make. And a year!

A year ago we had no idea we'd have such a lovely little girl.

A year ago I knew our baby would be a boy.

A year ago I knew that baby boy would be bigger than his brother had been, and we'd break the eleven pound mark.

A year ago I spent as much time as I could horizontal. Something about that position just made my whole body sigh with relief.

A year ago climbing the stairs left me breathless, thanks to the new circulatory system I was creating.

Amazing the difference a year makes. Or six months. Or two. Or one. Sometimes it only takes a moment to make a difference.

A moment made a difference when we heard "it's a girl!" when I was SURE we were having a boy.

A moment made a difference when the boy I loved was on his knee (the one he'd had surgery on!) asking me to marry him.

A moment made a difference when I heard the words "I'd rather gouge my eyes out than tell you this, but..." before learning my mom had died.

Moments make a difference as a mother, and I'm trying to do a better job paying attention to the little moments so that when my babies are grown I might just have a few less things I wish I would have done differently.

So today I celebrate this special day, the day Emily turned

SIX. MONTHS. OLD.