Constant Changes

In the very short week since I wrote last, we have had a lot of changes. Little Miss Preslynn thinks she needs to accomplish everything in one week. She got her first tooth, crawled and pulled herself up to a standing position. Can we say "over achiever"? She really thinks she is something now though, as she pulls herself up to stand by her piano she turns to smile at you. Like "look what I can do!"
I am just not ready for her to start moving or growing anymore for that matter. 6 months is just perfect - sitting nice and pretty with a few toys to keep her company. Now she wants to reach grab and suck on everything. Why do kids have such a fascination with phones and remote controls? I have gone many days with a fuzzy speaker on my phone, I just have to be patient and wait for it to dry out. :)
I know it is hard to believe but we have actually started to slooooow down. Not a whole lot planned for the fall which is hard to believe, considering our summer is jam packed every weekend. Preston loves his Sunday Fun Days... the couch, football and good food. Sounds relazing enough for me.
Until next time... Go Vikes!

White Picket Fence

Six months old, can you believe it? Last year at this time I was about three months along, just waiting for that dang ultrasound. People were still asking me when I was going to start showing... wow did we show them. After gaining 38 miserable pounds, Preslynn Olivia was born on Feb. 25Th 2008 at 9:38 (if you want to get technical). We are now blessed and I mean blessed by this amazingly beautiful little girl. Absolutely no one can prepare you for the emotions that run through you as you care for this precious gift. We find ourselves laughing... a lot. She cracks us up and honestly she is cute even when she cries. I thought this obsession would go away after a few months. To my surprise it just keeps getting stronger. From her little dimple to her bald head - we love it all.
We now spend most of our time hanging out, just the 4 of us. Frank included of course. He has taken quite the back seat since little Miss Preslynn has come along, but he makes sure he is not forgotten and is involved with everything that is going on. When I say everything, I mean everything. He knows when it is bath time, bedtime and even in the middle of the night he will get out of bed to come to her room when I feed her. He is her little watch dog. I am not sure he would admit it (if dogs could talk of course) but I think she has won his little heart over too.
Our hearts are full and our life is simply different. Incredibly different, but better... much better. When you think things could not possibly be more perfect - you have a child. Preston says he now has a purpose and he is right, kids give you a purpose. Now we just need the white picket fence.