i believe i can fly...

i start singing that song from space jam (uhhh, huuuuh, space jam, you huuuurd me), "i believe i can fly...i believe i can touch the sky..." every time i see my daughter in this pose:

cracks me up. it is evelyn's version of fly-sky diving/pulling a mission impossible. she's stealth, pure stealth.

poor baby also has an upper respiratory infection that has lead to an unfortunate and very raspy cough. she is wheezing a bit and we are having to give her breathing treatments daily. she.is.NOT.a.fan. makes me think about other parents who have or have at one time had their baby in the hospital and how hard it must be to watch them have treatments and be treated. i'm so thankful for how healthy and happy evelyn is and thank God for that blessing every day.

tomorrow evelyn will be 6 months old and if i were like my mother i would be pregnant with baby number two right now. cannot imagine that really. i suppose this means i'm not the "lets pop them out" sort of gal, oh well. i just can't believe she is already half a year old. blowing my mind. we are going to get her 6 month pics taken tomorrow. maybe she will give us her "i believe i can fly" pose. here's to hoping.