Half of a year

Tomorrow he will be six months old.

And I will spare you all of the cliches that I could be throwing out there about not knowing how this could have happened so fast -  and staring lovingly at a teeny tiny newborn just to turn around and find that my baby has grown so quickly into a little man right before my eyes. I'm not even going to delve any deeper into all of that - because you know me and you know I am thinking it. It goes without saying....

Indeed he is growing. And personality is bursting out all over the place.



Right now, as I see it, his personality falls somewhere between the will of steal that our Jay demonstrates and the mellow sensitivity that defines Mr. Noe.

He most definitely has a temper. And my oh my are we seeing more of it these days...

But he also is a patient little Mister. - Out of necessity I am sure. When one is the youngest of four one learns to wait his turn.

All of that marvelous thick hair has gone through a bit of a transformation. It has thinned and rubbed off alot on the back and sides but on top it has grown... and grown... and grown. It now gets in his eyes if I don't brush it over to the side (Lovingly referred to as the "comb over"). Daddy threatens to cut it on a regular basis... Mommy is not ready yet. Because mommy is just weird that way.

He wants to move. So much - he is reaching for that mobility. And I am gearing up for days of chasing..and picking up...and back up...and putting things away... and back away. Right now every time that he is lying on his back he flips right over to his tummy and he kicks and reaches - and reaches and kicks. And oh does he get angry when he doesn't get from point A to point B. But instead... he begins to go backwards and ends up at point C.  -And I must say I am ever so cruel of a mama to sit there and laugh at the poor child

It is so exciting to observe one so young and see their emerging individuality. To expectantly wait on all the wonders that are to come.

Yes - this is love. 

Love that we are getting to that point where things are just easier. Not so tiring, not so constant. A routine has been found and he has slipped into our schedule, life, and family so naturally. In such a way that begs the question - how was life before we were a family of six?

Love that (slowly, slowly, slowly) we are beginning to sleep a little bit more.

Love the slobbery kisses.

Love him in a way that fills my heart with a deep and lasting fulfillment.