six months

Six months ago today, my little bunny left the orphanage.
That's forever and yesterday.

We celebrated yesterday with cake. (It was a new recipe and turned out rather badly. In fact, we binned quite a bit of it. And, seriously--who throws away cake? Fortunately, the icing was good. And there were sprinkles. And candles.)

Stats:
114 cm/45" tall
weighing in at 19.2 kg/42 lbs.

Some very impressive coloring from earlier in the day.

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A post telling you how amazing she is should be here. A clinical analysis of her progress with empirical data could be here. Instead, you get a few pictures. (Her baby, who is most definitely a girl, is named Baby George right now...like Peppa's little brother. I, however, remind myself that Nancy Drew had a friend-who-was-a-girl named George. And don't go messing that up for me.)

Maybe the posts will follow.

(Okay, I'm doubting I'll find the time to post something that is BIG enough to tell you how incredible this child of mine is. I can't do her justice. She's really doing amazingly well. While we still have issues from the orphanage and before, she's bravely conquering them. I've said before and I'll likely say it again--I'll take those issues over attachment issues any day. ANY day. And, by the grace of God, we are still sailing in smooth waters as far as attachment goes.

She loves dancing to Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, watching Peppa Pig and Sesame Street (although we could really use some new episodes), and reading ANYTHING. She loves to wear pretty dresses, take bubble baths, pretend and snuggle. She's rapidly learning her letters and is starting to put sounds with letters.

She's sleeping better and talking more. School is a challenge every. day. She is the bravest, cheerful-est, amazing-est person I know. I am humbled and blessed beyond measure to be her mama.)