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6 months already!!!

I can’t believe that it has been 6 months since God entrusted us with these two sweet girls.

checking themselves out on Mamaw's iPad


On the peaceful, happy, calm days, I hold them close and take deep breaths.  I think that maybe I can slow time down and hold onto those quiet little moments forever.  Maybe when they are 5, 16, or 29 years old, I can just close my eyes and go back to that time I rocked them to sleep in their nursery when they were 6 months old. 

To celebrate 6 months of changes, we took a few photos to show the growth since G and O came into the world, as well as just some cute current photos. 

Georgia barely an arm's length
Georgia a lap full

Holding G with O watching nearby at a few day's old.
Yesterday

All swaddled and bouncied at a about a week old.
Can't swaddle or keep these girls bounced- they wiggle right out.

With their best bud Gwyneth at 2 months
Chillin with Gwyneth at 6 months











Georgia is definitely the older sister. She wants to comfort, protect, and keep an eye on her ‘little’ sister. She loves blowing bubbles and purring like a cat, even while drinking a bottle.  She can roll like a log and is sitting up with very little help.  She doesn’t mind taking a nap, but they don’t seem to last long. She thinks Olive is hysterical! She is working on her first tooth, and it’s a tough job!

Olive is a grunter and a squealer.  She loves to play with and even munch on her toes. She would love to take off crawling and she can sit up with very little help. She enjoys standing in her exersaucer, kicking herself in circles, and having pillow fights with her sister or even by herself.  She is a fighter when it comes to naptime, but she is a champion sleeper once she gets going!


Both girls LOVE BabyTV (especially the number party), their daddy, taking a bath, looking in the mirror, their mermaid toys, hanging upside down, and eating avocados, sweet potatoes, and bananas.






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  1. OH MY GOODNESS! Olive and Georgia are awesome at being them! I just love seeing them grow!
    Maybe I can eventually come meet them, too. :)

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