You love baths. Splash and then look at me to make sure I’m watching what a big boy you are.
You don’t sleep at night. You get lonely and just want me to hold you.
So I do. And then you sleep like a baby and I sleep like a Mom who has a baby.
You love to eat the combo of blueberry and apples. Protest loudly if I don’t keep it coming fast enough.
You will ride in the car happily for hours on end without protest. Best little buddy to run around with.
You sit up well. You also fall hard when I least expect it. Still spot you.
Everything goes in your mouth.
You commit to kisses with your mouth wide open.
You smell like lavender soap or tangerine/vanilla soap depending on the day.
(A baby has never smelled so good.)
You love your pacifier.
You can stop anyone in their tracks with your stare.
Had your 6 month appointment today and you weigh exactly 16 pounds (14th percentile) and are 27″ long (67th percentile).
You knead the side of my back when you nurse and I’m always surprised that I don’t have bruises or scratches because your nails are always sharp, no matter how often we clip them.
You laugh when we play, “mommy is going to GET YOU… and then tickle your sides, behind your knees, under your arms …” You then wait for it again. And again.
I love you. Plain and simple and pure and true.
Love every little thing about you.