Sicks Months?

What a better way to celebrate your half birthday than to wake up at 3:30am blowing snot bubbles out of your nose? Poor little Chub Muffin is sick. When I went in to check on her last night, snot covered her cheeks, nose and mouth. She was crying and miserable. I spent the next hour rocking her until she was drowsy enough to fall back asleep again and I ended up sleeping on the floor next to her in her room since she had a few phlegmy spit ups that made her gag and made me a little too nervous to leave her alone in her room for the rest of the night. This means we are both exhausted today. But that won't keep me from celebrating my baby's first half year of her life. We are, afterall, party animals.

(I should get a medal for posting a photo of myself 3 weeks post partum)

Celebrating can take on many forms though. It may mean laying around watching Clifford or Sesame Street on PBS because e-e-e-e-elmo likes half birthdays. It's bound to be an eventful day full of kleenex, suction bulbs and mucus. Lodi Dodi we likes to Paaaa(r)ty.