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I read this blog today:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jenifer-demattia/an-apology-letter-to-my-second-child_b_5609310.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000037

A few things I agree with. Eisley, you are only 6.5 months old and you have fallen off the couch twice already. Twice. Seriously? Yes, I suck. You seem so chill and then all of a sudden you flip and flop and you roll right off the couch. Won't happen again. I promise.

I don't have any great photos of you. Like ANY. I totally suck. I haven't even busted out the good camera once for a little photo shoot. It's hard when I've got a million things going on! And besides, I wanted your head to be normal shaped. It's getting there.

Along those same lines I don't have any facts written down about you. I will say, we just had your 6 month check up and you are 15 pounds, 8 ounces, 35-40th percentile. So even though you weigh about the same as your 1-year-old cousin Tessalee--you're normal. And your chubby little rolls are adorable.

I don't dress you as well as I did Kaybree. I haven't used as many headbands for you, mostly. And sometimes you leave the house in a onesie. I'm not a fan of onesies so Kaybree ALWAYS had pants or a skirt on. I'm getting a little lazy. And you have more hair than Kaybree ever did so sometimes I feel like a bow isn't necessary. Besides-- if anyone else holds you they lose it right away anyways and that's frustrating!

But I do love you just as much as your sister. You're hilarious and adorable and nothing beats the shocked gasp, followed by happy uncontrollable kicking you give me every morning when I enter your room. I love that. You two are amazing!

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