1/2, 0.5-yrs, or 6-months. No matter how you shake it, that's how old my little man is already. It seems too cliche to say that "time flies," but "time flies!" I was thinking the other day of the moment when I saw the two pink stripes come up on the pregnancy test for the first time. Talk about a moment that changes your life. Then, he was only a little ball of cells, and now he is the sweetest person you could ever meet.
There will never be another 6 months where he will grow and change this much ever again. He's topping the scales at 15lbs 12ozs and can sit up on his own for over a minute on a good day. He's downing #2 jars of carrots, applesauce, green beans, and more. Not all at the same time, of course. He has squished bananas and avacados between his fingers but hasn't quite figured out how to get them to his mouth. (Which is odd because everything else instantly finds its way there.) Although those are the things that excites his pediatrician, I'm more excited that now his six month old little face turns to see who's coming through the door when I come home. Even more thrilling is seeing his round cheeks and the corners of his mouth rise up from behind his paci when he realizes it's me. It's even better when the paci falls out of his wide open grin which, shortly after, lets out the most joyful high-pitched squeal. Now those are the moments I feel like a mom.
Dr. Mogenson warned us that it won't be long before he'll be pulling himself up on furniture. Then crawling. Then taking steps. Then, heaven forbid, walking. What is going to happen in the next 6 months? It is going to be fun!
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