Half way there
Happy 6 month birthday, little chicken. I can't believe you're such a big boy already. As of today, you can: roll over back to tummy, do a mini push-up, respond to your name, hold your own bottle if it's not too full, stand for long periods of time with assistance, suck your thumb, eat your toes, sleep for a 9-10 stretch before waking up at night, reach for a toy and bring it to your mouth, touch our faces, belly laugh, and chatter up a storm.
I know parents all over the world say this about their own children and it's true: you're growing up way too fast. I'm so excited to watch you get older and learn more things, but when I see a newborn baby and remember holding you in the crook of my arm, my heart breaks a little. Were you really that tiny? Were you really that helpless? I want to savor every second with you all the while being eager to hear you talk and see you thunder around the apartment in your footie pajamas. You're our perfect little man, and getting to know you for the past six months has been a blessing. I love you bunches.
Mama