Six months ago at this exact moment I was painfully aware that my wish for a hamburger and fries would not be coming true. Nor would my wish for a giant milkshake.
The whole ‘not-allowed-to-eat’ thing about labor is really the hardest part of labor.
It was worth the sacrifice though. Just to be able to look at this adorable face six months later.
Oh little buddy, you’re six months old today and growing up faster than your mama would like. Every day you become more and more like your daddy: your easy-going personality, your cheerfulness, the way you sleep, the way you think the dog is the best thing since, well, boobs. You’re starting to be a bit more bashful, hiding your face but then peeking and smiling at strangers.
You’re crazy strong. Those are soccer player legs for sure. You get so frustrated when the dog walks away from you because you can’t follow him. So I expect you’ll be working on that crawling in your free time.
You recognize people now. Which is amazing to witness. The look on your face when you hear your Grandpa’s voice is one of my favorites. And when your daddy walks into the room, well, I can’t hand you over fast enough. You’re impossible to hold on to the moment you see him. An ball of energy, ready to play.
You’re curious about touching everything – from trees to my face to (unfortunately) the dog’s tail.
And you laugh. Non-stop. Baby giggles. They do need to be bottled.
Oh. And how can I forget the best part of you being six months…YOU SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT!
You’re really the best part of my life. Mama loves you!