11 Months and in major denial.

Today was such an emotional day! I can't believe Endsley is going to be a year old in a short month. I keep telling myself that we have all of this time left but when I look back - this year has FLOWN by. Of course this next month will go just as fast as the others. I'm so happy with how my baby girl is growing by the minute but I wish, so very deeply wish, that I could press pause. Or rewind. Something! I keep hearing "just have another" but we're happy with our little family. And even if we did have another, that baby wouldn't replace Endsley. My very first born, growing up. It brings tears to my eyes.

All I want in the whole world is to be able to go back to when she was a newborn and do it again. I would in a heartbeat.

Birthday planning and crafting have taken over my life. The next month I know I will be a slave to it until it all gets done. It has seriously cut out any other hobbies I may have had. But it's fun and there's a thrill that comes over me when I find something else I can use at her party or finish a craft. I can't wait to put it all together. Part of me also can't wait for it to be over. It's so stressful! I joke that next year, Endsley will be lucky if she has a cake.

So Endsley, here's your part. What have you been doing this month?

For one, YOU SAID YOUR FIRST WORD! It was "hi" and it was the best greeting I have ever received from anyone, ever. I love hearing you say hi! I could listen to it all day long. And I do.

You love Sesame Street. It is easily your favorite show. Now that we've moved the TV out of the living room and into our bedroom, your eyes are GLUED to the screen when I turn on your favorite show for you.

You kiss me awake. I feel you when you wake up, but sometimes I just don't want to open my eyes quite yet! Well you take care of that by kissing me on the lips and giggling until I open my eyes. You also pat my cheeks to insure that I am aware of your presence.

You love sticking your hands in the toilet. It is one of your favorite things to do. I dare say that it even rivals Sesame Street. We've had to learn to shut the lid after we use the restroom. Otherwise I find you "washing your hands" in the bowl.

You climb into my nap and burrow your head into my chest when you want to nurse. You demand boobs!

You love to dance! Any music that comes on, even if its a commercial or my ring tone, you start dancing! I love it.

You stick your feet up to help put shoes and socks on.

You learned to climb... you climb the oven door. You climb onto the couch. You climb onto the ottoman. EVERYTHING. It scares the crap out of me.

Well Little Miss, you officially wear 12 month clothes exclusively. You still wear a size 3 diaper. You are 18 lbs and 8 oz as of April 27, 2012 and 29.5 inches tall.

I'm so looking forward to your birthday party.

Love you,
Mama

10 Months... getting closer to your birthday!

Little Endsley,

You are developing such a sassy personality! I love it! I love how much you interact with us now. You are just so much FUN! But can we please keep you this little? Please? No more growing up.

I am now slaving away making all of the decorations for your birthday party. Seriously. I am a slave to this stuff. Every night when you go to bed, I get out all of the craft materials and start making something else. Some nights I dread this. Some nights I love it. Currently I'm making all of the invitations for our friends and family. It is time consuming! Holy moly there are so many little parts. After I finished the very first one, I was ecstatic with the way they looked. They could not be cuter. While my hands hurt and I am getting less sleep than I used to, I'm so very glad that I am making everything on my own.

I think the best part about these invites was getting to take your photos for them. I made you a tutu, grabbed some props, and we took to you Old Settlers park to snap some photos for your invites. Man - was that fun! You were so smiley and pleased as punch to be the center of attention. Your Uncle Danny took the photos for us with his fancy schmancy camera. He did such an amazing job. I still wonder why he wont start his own business!

Don't worry, I have saved the tutu for you to look at one day. It's so poofy! You turned away from us at point and started crawling away and all we saw was a ball of pink tulle. It was funny!

So, aside from birthday preparations - what are you doing this month?

Well apparently you are doing a lot of growing up! Because sometimes you prefer to sleep ALONE! Since you were born you have always fallen asleep with me. Now you think you're hot stuff because you push me away and fall asleep in your crib. I cried! I love my baby snuggles. Luckily (I think?) for me, this only happened a handful of times. 

You also blow raspberries at us. I love it.

You try to dance. It is hilarious. You hear music and you kinda start bobbing along to it.

You also try and put your shoes on, but you can't quite get there yet!

You got your first balloon. Which is a really big deal considering there's a helium shortage and you may never actually see (or at least remember) what a balloon is. We got it after we walked to Sonic together.

You went to your first ever crawfish boil! But you were still a little too young to try any. Don't worry, next year I will definitely give you some!

You had your first Easter! You picked up a few eggs at the Easter Egg Hunts we went to and you loved it. Your Grandma Berry and Grandma Julie both got you your very own Easter basket filled with fun things! Grandma Berry got you some clothes, a bunny, and your daddy's favorite book from when he was little. Grandma Julie got your a duck and bunny puppet, some eggs, and toys. You loved them both.

We haven't had you measured or weighed this past month, but rest assured you're growing fabulously! You're still in a size 3 diaper and are wearing 9 and 12 month clothing.

Love you,
Mama

9 months?! How?!

Eeeeeek! I can't believe how BIG you are now!

Your birthday is getting closer and closer. I'm so excited for your big day to come, but of course I'm a little bit sad too. I don't want my little baby to grow up anymore! Luckily we still have a few more months to go. I finally figured out your theme...

... Cupcakes!

And I'm going to make all of the decorations (well, most) from scratch. It'll be a DIY party! I have a ton of ideas and I can't wait to see them come to life. It's going to be a fun celebration of our first year as a family and everything you have learned. I am so proud of you! It will be so nice to share the photos and notes of our journey together, so that I don't forget and so you will know.

So Pumpkin Pants - what'd you do this month?

Well... You have gotten really good at standing up! You can now cruise around the house so long as you have something to hold on to! Your favorite places to stand and cruise are the living room ottoman, couch, kitchen chairs, oven, and the windows. You can also grab my make up and hair brushes off of the bathroom counter. One fun day in particular occurred when you grabbed some lipstick off of the counter. Yes, I have photos and proof!

Instead of falling over a lot, you now lower yourself to sit down from standing. Thank God. It's made my life easier.

You still enjoy pulling all of the books and DVDs off of the entertainment center. Except now you can crawl onto it and sit down inside.

You learned how to wave bye-bye! And you now wave hello and goodbye without me prompting you. It's so cute!

You can let go of the ottoman (or whatever object you're using to stand up) and you balance for a few seconds on your own! You will be walking in no time.

We thought you were cutting your first molar - turns our you had an Epstein Pearl (calcium deposit) in your gum!

You learned to clap. You do it all the time now, especially when you get excited.

You started giving us kisses again. I'm really happy because I missed your cute, slobbery, baby kisses!

You can now play with your more advanced toys. You drop objects where they are supposed to go and look for them when they disappear.

You look UNDER things now. You pull blankets up, look under the couch, our bed, your crib. It's very cute.

You sit on your knees.

You make kissy noises.

You are adorable.

So - you are still in size 3 diapers. This particular size fits the widest range of weight apparently! You now wear 12 month size clothes but can still fit into your 9 month onesies. You are 20 inches tall and 17 lbs 15 oz.

P.S. Today is my birthday and the best present I got all day was being able to spend it with you.

Love,
Mama

8 Months and time is FLYING by...

Endsley,

Things have slowed down around our house a bit. Kinda. Not so many big events like holidays or birthdays - aside from your Uncle Danny's. And we have finally gotten into the groove of our new house. Life is good. So what have you been up to this past month?

Well you got your 4th tooth, your left incisor. They really all popped out one after another. You poor thing. It was rough, but we made it through!

We bought you a "big girl" car seat. I, for one, was very excited about this purchase. Since you're so tall, you were quickly going to hit the height limit on your infant car seat. So we set about finding you a new seat that would fit you now and later. Our biggest concern was keeping you rear-facing for as long as possible, since it is safer, and we didn't have any plans on forward-facing you at 1 year old. Luckily for us, Target was having an awesome sale and we found a car seat that we fell in love with! It'll keep you safe for years to come.

You pulled up to standing by yourself! And now you do it all the time. I'm afraid that you'll be walking in no time.

You took your first "crawl step" and a day later (literally) you were FULL ON crawling! You big girl! So now my days are spent trying to make sure you don't get into anything you're not supposed to be touching. Like all of the comic books and novels we have on the TV stand. That I have to move you away from constantly. I think after a week of moving you over and over again I gave up and let you tear down all of the books from the stand. You had a blast so it was a win-win situation.

My favorite part of this month?

You say "mama", "mum", "ma" and "mmmmm". You don't have a clue what you're saying, but that's okay. Because at least you didn't say "papa" first!

You still wear a size 3 diaper and 9 month clothes. We have an appointment with your GI doctor in a few weeks to see if you are free and clear of your dairy and soy allergies (I'm pretty sure you are!) so we'll see how big you are then!

Love you,
Mama

Endsley's Birth Story

My life began on June 11, 2011. That day (along with the day previous) will forever be cherished. It's the day that I got to meet my baby girl. It's the day that Chris and I became more than a couple, we became a family. There is no greater feeling than meeting your child.

Like a lot of new moms, I swore up and and down that I would have my baby naturally - zero medical interventions. That meant no epidural, no pitocin, no anything. I wanted to have her on my own.

Life had other plans.

On June 10th, I had (what would be last) doctor's appointment. I was miserable. I had been in early labor for weeks. I had been the hospital countless times. I had to have my contractions stopped twice. I was prescribed pain killers for my contractions so that I could at least sleep, which I was reluctant to take. But now that it was time for her to come out, she wouldn't. I was 100% effaced and had stalled out at 3 cm in dilation. After the incredible amount of contractions I was suffering through - I wanted to be progressing.

So I'm at the doctor's. I am pissed off. I am huge. I want my baby. Dr. Heyliger checks me to see if I had made any progress recently, she informs me that I am only dilated to a 1. WHAT?! No! I wanted to cry. The nurses who had checked me a few days earlier in triage had all told me that I was a 3! I didn't believe her. I completely ignored that I was supposedly only dilated to a 1.

Instead I asked if she would perform a membrane sweep. In all honesty, I was sure she would say no. We weren't exactly seeing eye to eye on most everything at this point in my pregnancy. I almost hated this woman.  I didn't even want her to deliver Endsley. I wanted Dr. Pearce to do it, he was the one I had been seeing up until recently. Well, to my surprise, she went for it!

For those of you who don't know what a membrane sweep is, it's when you have the amniotic sac pushed away from your cervix. This action can sometimes jump start labor without having to use pitocin. I was hopeful. It was pretty uncomfortable. Even Endsley squirmed in protest because Dr. Heyliger was messing with her head. But it was done quickly, thankfully. The doctor then asked me if I wanted to go ahead and schedule an induction date if this didn't work out. I hesitantly said yes, and set one up for June 20th, one day after my original due date of Father's Day.

I drove home and decided to take a nap. Or try at least. But first I had to go pee. This is when I felt the first gush of water come out, with a tinge of blood. I was told that this may happen and that the blood was normal from having my cervix messed with. So I tried to calm my fears and went to bed.

Luckily for me I passed out for a few hours. Chris was in San Marcos finishing packing up the rest of his old apartment. He had work that day, and only had about an hour to see me before he had to go to work. He woke me up and asked if I wanted to eat lunch with him before he left. Of course I said yes, I was constantly hungry. As I made my way out of the bed, I realized I was wet. I looked down and there was a big puddle of water in the middle of the bed. Oh crap.

I call Chris, who was already making his way down the hall, to come back into the room. I tell him that I'm pretty sure my water broke. He is not enthused. We had been to the Labor and Delivery so many times that it was annoying. He asked me if I was sure. I pointed to the bed. So we packed everything we needed, ate a quick lunch (chicken nuggets) and drove to the hospital. They tested me to see if it was my water that had broken - that test indicated that it hadn't.

I was stunned. I know I didn't pee myself. It SMELLED like amniotic fluid. I know the difference. But the test said otherwise. To this day, I feel like that test was wrong. To hell with that, I know that it was wrong. Whatever.

They decided to monitor me for a bit since I was having contractions, like always. It was suggested that I walk around the hospital. So we walked. For an hour. And then it was time to check me. The nurse who was working that day actually recognized me from our previous trip to Labor and Delivery. Lucky me. Because of this, she decided to keep me for another hour to see if anything changed. So we walked. For an hour. This time when I was checked I had made it! I was dilated to a 4! I was so happy. And then realization set in - we weren't leaving this hospital. We weren't going to go out and watch The Hangover 2 and have a nice dinner. We were going to have a baby. Holy. Shit.

So we grabbed our things, I sent Chris out to grab our hospital bags from the car, and we were walked down to our new room. Our new, big, fancy room. It was really nice. There was a big couch for Chris and family to sit on, a nice big bed for me, and a great TV.

I was comfortable. We called family to let them know we were having our baby sometime soon. We advised them to wait to visit until Chris called them later, when I was going to start pushing. Except for my mom and my brother. And his mom. They both came early.

Please excuse the fact that I looked like a beached whale.

At this point I was fine. My contractions were painful, but I was still talking my way through them. I was happy and energetic. A few hours pass, I am still dilating nicely. And then a nurse comes in and says that my doctor has ordered me to have an augmented birth. Augmented? I hadn't even heard the term until then. Apparently, I was to have my water broken and start pitocin simultaneously. I have NO IDEA why this was ordered. I still don't. I was progressing. Everything was fine. Why did we need to speed it up?

I'm not sure if it was me or Chris that agreed to have this done. I don't remember. But we agreed. I was hooked up to a pitocin bag while another nurse took what looked like a crochet needle and put it where the sun didn't shine. Gush! My water broke all over the place. And Endsley's heart rate plummeted.

My nurse looked panicked. I panicked. An oxygen mask was strapped to my face. I was turned over from side to side every few seconds. My stomach was massaged. I was told to breathe deeply. I was tearing up. I couldn't focus. This was all wrong.

And then her heart rate picked up. Things were normal. I told them to stop the pitocin, they had stopped it the second her heart rate dropped. No more pitocin.

The next few hours ... I'm not really sure what happened. I remember talking to Chris and his mom, trying to figure out why the hell my labor was augmented. I remember being upset, but trying to let that small hiccup go. I was refusing the epidural still. I had nurses ask me continuously when I wanted it. I didn't. Thanks. Then I felt a stabbing, rippling, total body pain that I had never experienced before. Every movement Endsley made was hell. There was no more cushion. The contractions wrapped around my entire body until I wanted to die. I gripped the railings of the bed and stopped talking. I breathed. I focused on my plan.

Chris stopped talking. His mom rubbed my back. This went on for a good while. The pain hit me over and over and over again. Until things really hit me - I wasn't enjoying this. At all. I always pictured my labor the way it started, lighthearted and fun. Where I was talking happily to my guests and excited. Currently I was curled around my bump, not speaking to anyone, barely breathing.

I got up. I walked around. I went to the restroom one last time. I withheld the urge to push. But I got the sensation. I understood where I was supposed to push, what muscles I needed to use. This was key. I am very glad that I waited as long as I did to get the epidural. It gave me a chance to understand what my contractions were.

Guess I spoiled that. I got the epidural. It took about a million times longer to place the needle because every contraction made me move. I couldn't stay in a ball like they wanted me to. I was almost breaking Chris's hand and he was holding me in the form the anesthesiologist needed me to be in. It was agonizing. I didn't feel anything in my back.

About 15 minutes later, I felt nothing at all. The contractions were gone. My labor was back where I wanted it to be. I made jokes. I felt good. I felt like things were in my control again. I could feel my legs, I could move them. The only difference was that I felt like I had a very nice and toasty blanket draped over my lower half. It was amazing. There wasn't even pressure with my contractions. I loved it.

Yep. I loved my epidural. Say what you will about medical interventions, they are a God-send.

I actually progressed faster after I got the epidural. In what felt like no time at all, it was time to push. I looked at Chris and was so nervous. I could tell he was too. We said our goodbyes to my brother and Chris's mom. I only wanted Chris and my mom in the room for support. I am so glad that Chris was happy to have my mom there. It was amazing to have both of them cheering me on.

At 12:15 am, June 11, I started to push. I couldn't feel my contractions, but I did get an urge to push. And because I had felt that feeling before I had an epidural, I knew exactly what I needed to do to get my baby out. We left the TV on. We forgot about our labor playlist. I don't even know what was on TV. I just wanted noise. I asked for water. I drank more water that day than I ever have in my entire life. My lips were dry. I was sweating. I could feel the blood rush to my head with every push.

Around 1 am, the doctor was called in. It was Dr. Pearce! The man I had wanted to deliver my baby was on call that night. I was so excited to see him. He cracked jokes the entire time he was there. A few pushes in, Endsley's head was almost out. He asked if I was okay with waiting to give my perineum time to stretch. I said of course. So we waited. He helped the stretching out a bit. And we waited some more. Then we decided, together, to push. And there she was! Her head was out! I pushed again, and my baby girl entered the world.

At 1:21 am, June 11, I finally met my baby girl. I still cry when I think about it. I cried harder than she did. She actually didn't cry at all for awhile. She was so alert. She just stared at me, and I stared back. Finally getting to hold my baby girl was the best feeling I have ever felt. There is no greater gift. No greater feeling. The moment that my life was complete.

7 Months

Dearest Endsley,

Here's what you're doing at 7 months!

You signed "thirsty" and wanted to nurse. This only happened once so far, but it was really cool to witness! You're so smart, the littlest things you do amaze me.

You got THREE top teeth! Right incisor, right central, and left central. You're working on number 4.

You went from laying on your tummy to sitting up all by yourself! You did it for the first time in the bathroom while I was getting ready. I think you were bored and wanted to try and leave ;)

Since you are now able to get up onto your hands and knees we had to move your crib mattress all the way down to its lowest level. This sucks. Mainly because you are basically in a big girl bed and it makes me sad. But also because Mama is very short and reaching allllllll the way down into your crib is TOUGH work! Especially when you are fussing and I'm trying to get you back to sleep.

You are wearing size 3 diapers and are wearing 9 month clothes. I don't know your measurements this month because we haven't had to take you to the doctor for anything! Yay! You are so healthy!

Now that we've covered your milestones... Let's get around to talking about that super awesome day that everyone gave you presents!

Christmas.

Oh my, Christmas is always interesting in our family. Even more so with a baby this year. Everyone wanted to see us and everyone wanted to spend time with you on your first Christmas. You got SO many toys, we could hardly keep up! We weren't expecting to get as much as we did, and we are so blessed to have a family that loves us and one that we love back.

Endsley I wish I could remember your first Christmas for the rest of my life. We took photos and video so that we can look back and remember it, and for you to be able to watch one day! You were so happy and loved all of the extra attention you were getting. It was the sweetest thing to be able to experience.

We spent Christmas Eve with my mom, your Grandma Julie, because she had to leave the very next day to Mexico! We were all sad, but we had a great time hanging out with them. We ate a lot of yummy food and you got to try some too!

Christmas Day was interesting! First, we all woke up early and watched you open your presents. You loved watching and helping me take the wrapping paper off of your presents! After presents were open and you were happily playing amongst them on the floor, I set out to the kitchen to make some yummy treats to bring to our family. We went to your Grandma and Grandpa Berry's house first. Your Grandma go you a neat sign with your name on it for your room. And you got a bunch of UT onesies and shirts. Your favorite present from them was a pink toothbrush that came in your stocking.

After we ate and played around with your grandparents we went to visit my dad and his family! There were a lot more people there. You were in such a good mood all day and got to eat so much food. We were even blessed enough to be able to watch our favorite football team, the Greenbay Packers, WIN the game that they were playing that afternoon. After the game, we opened more presents. I think your favorite was the stuffed Panda Bear that your Grandpa Ed got for you. You smiled REALLY big and screamed and laughed at the panda. It was so sweet.

I will always look back on your First Christmas fondly. You are such a good little girl. I don't know what we did to have been blessed with you.

6 months!

I cannot believe you're six months old today. I remember thinking that December was so, so far away. It's bittersweet. I am so happy that you are growing older, and even more excited that you are going to experience your first Christmas. But this is the halfway mark. In 6 more months you're doing to be a whole year old! The thought makes me want to cry. My Christmas wish this year? For the next six months to go by as slowly as possible.

We've done a bunch of stuff this month! We are working on getting out house together. I think it looks really well put together so far. I love it. I wish I could spend all of our money on decorations - especially Christmas decorations! We don't have much in the way of Christmas deco. But what we do have is really cute.

Speaking of cash, I have been slaving away with the launch of my new Etsy site! Best business decision I have made this year. I have made enough extra income to buy Chris a really great Christmas present and have spending cash for Endsley's gifts too. I got him an Xbox! How exciting is that? I guess I should tell y'all what I make. Baby leg warmers! Cute right? And totally easy. It's been tough work, and the orders are piling up the closer we get to Christmas. Hopefully things will slow down after the holidays because man! my hands hurt!

What I am super excited about though is buying Endsley her first Christmas gifts. My dad has bought her soooo many toys! I'm not sure what there is left to buy! My mom and the entire rest of my family (Uncles included) are all buying Endsley gifts too. We are so blessed to have such an amazing family. This baby will never be without toys and clothing!

I know I didn't write a Thanksgiving post. I have been so busy with Esty and Endsley that blogging has been near impossible. So I'm going to do that now. Please don't hate me for the extraordinarily long post.

Holidays have always been interesting since my parents divorced, remarried, and I started dating Chris. You know that movie "Four Christmases"? Terrible movie, but we basically have the same thing going on. If Chris's parents were to ever divorce - our life would be that movie. For every holiday, we celebrate three times. It's kind of ridiculous and it's always been stressful, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Well this year, we have a baby to add to the mix. If I thought that holidays were stressful before, I know have a child in tow that requires naps, extra outfits, diapers, wipes, toys, food, etc. The biggest thing I was (and still am) worried about is naps.

Babies need naps. Naps aren't this magical gift that just happen. Not with my kid anyway. They take planning, boobs, and hard work. So I was pleasantly surprised to find that as long as my boobs were around, she napped beautifully, even if she wasn't at our house. I'm not sure why I was so shocked - we lived at my dads for the first four months of her life. And luckily we celebrated with Chris's family so early in the day that a nap wasn't necessary. Yippee!

Nap time at my dad's. Boob time.

What did suck about Thanksgiving this year was not being to eat. I'll thank my super awesome dairy and soy free diet for that one. I wish so badly I had offered to host Thanksgiving at my house this year. At least that way I would have made everything and I would have been able to eat it all. Instead I made pies for everyone's house and then forget them at home. Ha! Mommy brain for you. Chris's house was torture. I couldn't eat anything there and it was my first stop of the day. Luckily my dad fried the turkey at his home in peanut oil - so I gorged myself there. After stopping by at my dad's (which is always my favorite stop) I met up with my mom and her best friend plus their families for my last Thanksgiving of the day. My mom made me special dairy and soy free food. Gotta love moms. Always planning ahead.

All in all it was a really great holiday. Aside from having to carry my gigantic diaper bag with a days worth of baby stuff. I'm excited to see what next year will be like!

And now for the part of my entry that's just for you, Endsley. Here is what this month was like in our home!

Your "official" 6 month photo.

• You rocked on your hands and knees for the first time. Belly off the ground and everything. My jaw dropped! You haven't showed any interest in crawling. I thought you would be walking first!
• I painted your toes for the first time. I freaked out about all of the chemicals in there and felt really bad about doing it. And then I had the dilemma of taking it off because nail polish remover is even worse. But I found out that toothpaste and perfume take nail polish off so I used those! Feel free to laugh at me when you read this. 

• You got your second tooth! Finally. I thought it was going to come in right after the first one but it decided to take it's sweet time. Those three weeks were terrible. You were in so much pain! Now you look even cuter. I am not sure how it's possible but it happens everyday. 
• You decided that biting me while you nurse is the cool new thing to do. It hurts so bad! You started doing it with the impending arrival of your first and second teeth. Now that they're over with, you're done biting. Thank. God. 
• Because of the biting and the dairy/soy allergies, I tried to wean you onto formula. And bottles. Have I mentioned how much you hate bottles? And formula? That day was so hard. Yes, day. I only tried for one day and gave up because it was so heart breaking! I love nursing you. 
• We made salt dough ornaments for your grandparents. They turned out so cute. You really liked sticking your feet and hands into the dough. It was fun to make them!

• You overturned a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips that you found on the couch and decided to eat them. You loved them.
• You also did this with some sugar cookies I left in the living for your papa and his friend. We found you walking around in your Jeep with a bunch of crumbs all over you and a cookie fragment in your tiny fist.

• We took really cute Christmas photos of you. 

• You have learned how to use a sippy! And you can also feed yourself (kinda). I am amazed by how much your dexterity improves everyday! 

• You balanced yourself on the ottoman in our living room. As in, you were standing up by yourself. That was amazing. You're so little still!
• We finally got you a high chair.
  

• Grandma taught you how to make piggy noises! It is the funniest thing ever!

• You tried your first banana.

This month has truly been amazing. I feel like you have grown so much! Ready to see the stats? At six months you are 27 inches long (in the 90th percentile!), 15 lbs 15 oz, and have a head circumference of 16 inches. You are long and lean baby! Depending on the onesie, your arms are too long for most of your long-sleeved 0-3 month onesies. I can still squeeze you into the short sleeved ones. And you are still wearing a size 2 diaper because you are a skinny minnie! I feel like you're super chunky and adorable though. Can't wait to see what you do this next month!