I got punk'd

Someone played a mean trick on me today. The alarm on my phone went off, as it does every morning, and I hit snooze, as I do every morning. But, before I could fall back into that uncomfortable, in-and-out of consciousness, knowing that I have to get up any minute now anyway because my kids will need me, sleep....the date caught my attention. September 27th...the 27th...Sissy was born on March 27th. That means sissy is...gasp...6 months old?! This isn't happening to me!
My NEWBORN all of the sudden turned 6 months old. In the blink of an eye. I should have known better; all of the signs were there. She is a rolling, scooting, sitting pro. She gobbles up her baby food and growls for more. She coos, she squeals, she laughs at everything her big sister does...and yet, I could have sworn she was only a few weeks old. Like I said, someone must have played a mean trick on me. Oh well, she is pretty dang cute no matter how old she may or may not be.
Tonight, right before her bedtime, we were doing our nurse-burp-cuddle routine. Jason hadn't yet left for work, and was sitting next to us. Sissy's eyes were getting heavy, and she had finally succumbed to resting her little (big) head on my chest. Just as she was millimeters away from drifting off to dreamland, she suddenly lifted her head and gave Jason the HUGEST grin I have possibly ever seen on a small (big) baby. With a smile on his own face, Jason said, "That face just made my life."

That statement, right there, pretty much sums up her role in our family. She is the most joyful baby. Her smile is like a big, warm, cuddly, blanket. No matter what kind of day you are having, the minute she sneaks you that enormous Joker-esque (except it's on a baby so it's cute and not at all scary, except when she paints her mouth red and says "let's put a smile on that face"...) smile, it just makes your hour, your day, your life, whatever...she is precious and jolly and makes us feel warm and fuzzy all over. We love her.