It is so hard to believe you are 6 months old. 6 months ago tomorrow we brought you home from the hospital…scared, tired, relieve to be out of that hospital after almost a week of waiting and crying and wanting to be home in our own space, getting to know you. 6 months ago you came rocketing into our world, and tipped it upside down. Someone asked me the other day if I can remember life before you…the answer is, I think so. Sleep deprivation does that to you, makes everything fuzzy and not quite real. What I remember about life before you is that it was boring and empty. There was no reason to get up and snuggle this sweet, chunky baby at 2 am. No sleepy baby smiles as you drift off to sleep in my arms, or burrow into Dad’s shoulder. Before you, Grandpa made a fool of himself for no good reason. You gave him a reason. You are the reason for his Donald Duck voices, for the silly things he does just to get a smile or laugh.
In 6 months you have changed so much. Lost most of your hair, started growing more. Gained around 10 pounds (official weight coming tomorrow) of squishy baby chunk. I adore it all. You are rolling over, almost crawling, eating food and grunting, squealing and shrieking day and night. I cannot wait to see what the future holds, but for today, I’m happy where we are. And I am happy to look back, at your little teeny, 5 pound, hairy pictures. To revel in what you were and what you are.