My friend, Heidi's, blog:

My dear friend, Heidi, is an incredible writer. I love reading her blog. She has this way of communicating about her kids in away that makes you want to read more (it's not boring). She really uses voice when she writes, which is one my favorite writing traits. She tells a small story in every post. She chooses the right details, she is concise, and she writes about what she cares about. So, she recently posted a few pics of Cece and I. In addition to being a great writer, she is also an incredible photographer. So, check out her blog:

http://hhaines.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html

First Attempt at Cece's Hair

I have had curly hair my whole life. I used to hate it when my mom did my hair. I'm sure I started doing it "myself" when I was very little. Oh, my poor mother--I grew up in the 80s, so here I was an elementary school girl trying to do big hair and big bangs. I'm sure she would have just loved it if I would have let her put pigtails in my hair, but I wouldn't have it:). So, today, despite my own disdain for having my hair done, I put Cece through the process. She did not like it, but the end product was so worth it. She's smiling:)! I just can't believe how much older she looks. The part is a little crooked, and she has some fly aways, but after some practice, I'm sure we'll get it. I wonder if she will ever like getting her hair done? Hmmm . . . probably not:)!

Cece's friend/other mom Eleanor!

Cece has a friend named Eleanor!  She is the daughter of our dear friends, the Burdette's.  Eleanor, from the time Cece was a tiny, tiny baby, has been all about "Baby Cece".  We don't even see the Burdette's all that often--probably about once or twice a month, but when we're together, Eleanor is so precious.  She helps me feed her--holds the bottle.  Informs me of spit up or tells me that Cece is crying.  Eleanor even drew a picture during Sunday school--it included her mommy, her daddy, "Uncle Brian", "Rice"--that's the Sunday school teacher's understanding of "Leish", and sure enough, "Baby Cece".  (Oh, and I had to include this pic of Brian and Cece sleeping.)

"I'm growing up . . ."

Having a child is one of the most fascinating things in life. Every day, I am amazed at something new that Cece has learned to do. About two weeks ago, she took a drink from a glass. I was drinking, and she reached for the glass, so I put it up to her mouth, sure enough she drank the water. She is using a sippy-cup to drink water now--with a little help now and then. She is almost sitting up by herself; sometimes Zory gives her a little help. She loves water and loves the pool. (Here we are with one of my students, Abby, who will have a very special place in Cece's life, I'm sure.) I remind myself that every baby develops and learns new things, but man, I just never knew how excited I would be about mine. Don't get me wrong, most of what she does is super cute, but she has also developed a little attitude. It's almost shocking. She fake coughs; I'm not kidding. She has learned that coughing gets attention, so she has started to fake cough. Sometimes I just look at her, and think, "how do you know, already, how to get what you want." She also knows when she is in public. She does, and she tries to work it! It's unbelievable, but yet, so believable:)! And then, the smiles, oh my goodness. She'll look up and just give the biggest gummy smile you've ever seen. It's in so incredible to watch humanity in a little six month old. So, all this to say, we are just having the time of our lives. Brian said it so well last night, "parenting is so much more than giving birth."

Six Months Old