I'm still alive. Winter is still alive. At the beginning of this crazy adventure, I wasn't so sure that I would be able to say that at the six month mark. Its kinda killing me inside realizing just how quickly six months came. Before I know it Winter will have pig tails and will be walking.
Actually, at this rate ... she probably won't have pig tails until she is five years old. I'm considering Rogaine. I'm sure its baby tested and approved.
Winter now weighs 17 lbs 5 oz and is 27 inches long ... 75th percentile.
Mitchell and I both caught the horrible flu bug a couple days after Christmas, which resulted in me laying on the floor most of the day just trying not to puke. There were only a few activities I could manage that kept Winter entertained while we were confined to the floor ... animal noises. Keep in mind that all my barnyard animals were a little under the weather with the flu that day. When I'm in tip top shape I can do an impressive horse.
Winter also experienced the wonderful world of food.
First cereal .... not so successful.