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Little Guy,

Six months old!!  Is what you are.  Indeed, six months ago you were all coiled up in my belly like a snake ready to strike into our lives, which sounds super violent but was more super exhausting and super cute than anything else.  Hey, run on sentence, there you are.

We’re at the point with you where we can’t exactly remember what it was like NOT to have you in our lives.  A highchair in our kitchen?  Always.  The extra bedroom suddenly inhabited by a crib and a stack of diapers?  Always.  The laundry machines churning and burning at all hours, for all eternity?  ALWAYS.  We’ve always had mashed bananas in a bowl.  We’ve always had a giggling little monster man.

We’ve always had you, kiddo.

This Guy. 🍅

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Now, at six months old, you have left behind that squishy infant baby person and have become this full-faced, big-eyed little grabby-handed peanut.  You love to grab your feet and try to force them into your mouth.  You think my nose is something removable and you attempt its removal daily.  You laugh – hard – anytime anyone startles you.  (Except the other night, at that restaurant, when the automatic hand dryer in the bathroom made you lose your mind with fear.  Poor little fella.  You sobbed so hard that a woman who was about to dry her hands threw them up in a panic and said, “I’ll drip dry!  Drip dry!  Poor little guy!!”)

On the food front, you’ve tried plenty of different tastes.  Pears are pretty popular.  Bananas are delicious.  Mashed cauliflower confused you but you ate it anyway.  Avocado could potentially be a friend.  But sweet potatoes are your JAM.  They make you delighted.  DELIGHTED.

Your favorite person isn’t me.  Or you dad.  Your favorite person is your sister.  Your whole face completely lights up with a smile reserved just for her whenever she talks to you.  The other night, while we were in New Hampshire for a few days, the two of you refused to fall asleep because you were too busy giggling.  She, playing peekaboo, and you, letting loose a belly laugh that could have caused an avalanche in the White Mountains.  She loves you, big time, and you return that love plus ten.

We snuggle often, you and I, and I love the moments right before you fall asleep for a nap, when you reach up and hold my face.  I love that.  LOVE.  It makes the memory of years of wanting you dull and fade, erasing so much of that pain and replacing it with love.  And spit up.  And diapers that I wouldn’t FedEx to my worst enemy.

But mostly love.

Love you, little Guy,
Mama

4 Comments Post a comment
  1. Adrianna Espino #

    He is stunning in that beautiful blue color. Can see why all of you, especially his sister, are enthralled and enchanted.

    03/1/17; 9:28 pm
  2. Sandy Brooks #

    Precious!!! Thank u for making me smile & giggle a little but too!! Ur awesome, sweet mama!! Btw, he looks just like Birdie!!! HUGS!!!!

    03/1/17; 9:39 pm
  3. Sandy T #

    What a sweet post. It makes me question if my sister would make me giggle, as I’m the younger one. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post. Those of us that are the baby in the family don’t get these memories, but I’m sure they are there, based on stories.Thank you. And he’s adorable. 🙂

    03/2/17; 7:29 am
  4. Sharon K Chrisman #

    I always say, if you are able, the best gift you could give your child is a sibling. <3

    The stories of him with his sister are so fun to know. Thanks for sharing.

    03/2/17; 10:51 pm

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