Or rather, happy half-year birthday!
Eleanor's "siss-er! Baby siss-er!" is six months old today. I think celebrating month birthdays is a bit silly, but this one is a pretty big deal for us. Eleanor was diagnosed at exactly six months of age, and it marked the end of life as we knew it. Life before cancer, and life after. For Penelope, it is just another wonderfully glorious day of being the fattest, happiest, healthiest baby I know. She has two teeth and is chowing down on all kinds of big-girl food. She sleeps and sits and smiles and laughs. She is joy.
She is health.
Sweet, sweet P.
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