Hank. You are just too much for me these days. Too much.
I adore every little piece of you.
You're six months, halfway to your first birthday
Be still my beating, anxious, mama heart.
January can stay away, as far as I'm concerned.
It's just going by too fast.
So let's celebrate six months by talking about you.
You are always laughing.
Except the other day when you cried horribly
while my back was briefly turned away.
I initially thought you were crying because Josie took your binkie away.
And while she was in time out, paying for her crime,
I asked if she knew why she was there.
She sweetly responded,
"Because I hit Hank.
And I bit his foot.
And I hit his head.
And pinched his hand.
Hard. I did it.
I made him cry."
What?!?!?!
She didn't even mention the binkie.
Now really, I don't think she did all of those things.
But seriously, you must think I'm a horrible mother.
You two are a handful sometimes.
Back to you. *Sigh* You had your first pool experience this month.
A bigger deal for me than for you. But it was fun. You were like, "So what? I'm in the water."
You're eating baby foods. Carrots, peas, bananas, pears and peaches.
I think that's all you've tried.
You gag every time you take a bite of peas. Seriously.
You'd think I'd stop feeding them to you. But you gotta get your greens.
You've taken two big road trips this summer: one to Indiana and one to Minnesota.
I'd like to say that holding hands was the key to you falling asleep in the car,
but I'm afraid it had more to do with your snuggle bunny, than it did me.
You heart your little bunny. It's too cute.
At bedtime, you laugh when I place him in your hands
and then you stroke his little face and look into his eyes until you fall asleep.
Later when I come back to check on you, you're asleep on your side,
gently holding him in your arms.
It's just all too much.
Other little tidbits:
You are a horrible night time sleeper
(I say that with love and I'm sure your sleeping patterns could be worse),
but you have the best bed head when you wake up; so you win some, you lose some. :-)
You love touching faces. Right along the cheek or jaw.
I feel like you're reading someone's soul when you do that.
Josie does not want me to get her out of bed in the morning unless you're with me and
she always holds your hand while walking along side the stroller.
Oh and our six months pics were a little nutty this time around. Something about falling over and wanting to eat your sign. I guess we can't win 'em all.
This tastes horrible, but I just...can't....stop...eating it!
Happy HALF birthday, little one!!!
