Sunday, July 17, 2011

Month 5

Palomita, Palomita, como estas?
Palomita, Palomita, para donde vas?
Volando en el aigre muy linda y feliz,
Disfrutando con mucho amor.
Palomita, Palomita, como estas?
Palomita, Palomita, para donde vas?
Como to puedes ir sin mi,
Porque te voy a extranar.
Palomita, Palomita, mi amor.
Palomita, Palomita, mi amor.

This little girl is already five months old. I just can't believe it. Where is the time and why is it moving along so darn fast?
She went from being a tiny little fragile baby to a chubbier, sturdier, holds her head up, rolls over on her tummy, scooting, almost crawling baby. As Jonas and Angus would say, "What the heck?"



She is a precious little girl and I am madly in love with her. I just can't help it. Her brothers love her so much that they are constantly smothering her with kisses, hugs and sometimes eye pokes (Angus). Jonas is always giving her nicknames, for example, "baby dulcan," "home sweet," "toothpuh." All names that don't make much sense, but we all go with them anyway. Even Jeremiah says, "Leave baby dulcan alone!"


She is pretty good at letting us know when she is not happy. Do not put her in her car seat or you will hear wailing. Take her out and she is just fine. She likes to torture me like this. Sometimes I dread going anywhere because she will cry the whole time. Her brothers cover their ears sometimes. But once she is out of the car seat, she is happy. Like nothing ever happened.
Ay, Palomita!

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