Here it is half a year down and so much has changed....I can't imagine my days, weeks, and life without him in it.
Here a year ago I was 14 weeks pregnant and didn't know he was a he.
(sadly i look like that today)
And today I hold this wiggly,silly, raspberry blowing, face kissing, carpet eating, cuddle bug. You went from rolling over to getting on your knees to crawling in minutes. My precious prince is growing.
We've been asked if you are the last baby to grace our lives....I can't answer that...only time can tell. But in the meantime, I cherish you as if you are my last baby. I try to squeeze each and every second of each day ...in hopes you stay the sweet angel you are.
That's what you are...my angel baby. After the loss of our baby back in March of last year..my heart was shattered....You healed me...You healed my faith too. You made me realize that it's God's plan, not my own...and that you were meant to be mine...here with us....at this moment. No matter what, I am so grateful for you my little dude friend.
For your first 6 months you have relied completely on me for food. Today marks the first day of something other than mommy.
Mommy has decided to make all your food...I mean why not right? I make all the other big and little people's food in the house...why not yours? I splurged on the BabyCook and glad I did. I like all in one appliances....and I made peaches, applesauce, and pears out the wazoo. I've even had to make your two older brother's some chunky applesauce. They have said it's the best stuff they have ever eaten. (I added some cinnamon in it for them)
You had your first taste of it and gave me a huge pucker.
I think you are still trying to figure this whole eating thing out....Needless to say you had a few bites and refused any more. We'll try again tonight.
You have your 6 month check up this week (along with big sis's almost 3 yr appt) I'm guessing you are 17 lb...but we'll see.
You have many nicknames around here...from dude friend...little guy...weed..(so far all Lily's) big man....baby....daddy calls you Bear....I call you turtle..that's what you looked like when you were trying to crawl. Little Duncan Reid you are blessed with a houseful of people that adore you.
You light up a room with your dimples...not a soul walks away from you sad. Your smiles are never failing.
Mommy had a giggle today..you were trying to crawl on the hard floor and looked like you were in a downward dog yoga position....I'm guessing the floor isn't your friend. Your little sister used to do a power crawl...one leg would crawl...the other would push off...she was the cutest thing.
Last night I caught you trying to go from crawling to a sitting position...wait and slow down would you...for next thing I know we'll be planning your first birthday party.
Happy 6 months my sweet angel...
(in case you missed the yummy breakfast...check out yesterday's post)