Six. Months. Old. ALLELUIA! I love this age. Tyler turned the big 6 yesterday but we didn't get a chance to blog because we've been running around like everyone else trying to get things done before Christmas. The biggest thing on our to-do list: MOVE INTO OUR NEW HOUSE. The big move is scheduled for Friday. So I've been spending every free moment packing, packing, packing. Danny's been "helping" which, of course, does not help at all. Quite the opposite.
The boys and I have recovered from the flu. Above is a picture of Tyler during the worst of it. All he wanted to do was just bury his face in my arm and moan. Poor little thing. But he's back to sleeping better and better every night. He's also sitting up pretty well on his own.
My mom FINALLY made it here after being delayed for over a day by the Midwest storms. Mark and I just got back from the outlet stores (picking out area rugs) and it was SO nice to be able to go out--together--without the kids. It's really time for a regular babysitter.
Oh, and the title isn't a typo. Danny started calling his little brother "Tyleeee" and now he's got me doing it, too.
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