We’re already halfway through Theo’s first year and I can’t figure out how that happened. Time is passing me by and I’m freaking out a little. It feels like we just brought this cutie home, though I love him like he’s been mine for eternity. I guess that’s just how motherhood goes.
This giggly guy makes friends everywhere he goes using his perma-smile and I-only-have-eyes-for-you gaze that gets me every time. He’s both chatty and exceptionally observant. I predict he’ll be a good listener and incredibly thoughtful. He hasn’t quite mastered sitting up (though he’s close) but he’s a champion planker and has started rocking on all fours like he’s about to crawl. He’s getting better at napping and goes to bed at the same time as his sister every night (still in the same room!). Unfortunately, he’s not quite sleeping through the night, but thanks to some reflux medicine he’s down to only one middle-of-the-night feeding. Our sweet guy is a snuggler, loves trees, actually enjoys my singing and thinks his sister is the funniest person who ever lived. He prefers to be on his stomach most of the day (and now during the night) and if we turn around for even a second he’s across the room and rolling under the couch. He’s ticklish everywhere, loves chin kisses and chews everything he sees.
This month we’re going to spend some time with my mom, start baby-led weaning, learn to sit up, take the kids to their first Phillies game and take a bath in a real bathtub (once our renovation is complete!). Oh, and Theo’s going to sleep through the night. He swears.
Happy six months, crazy boy! We love you more than flowers love showers.