My baby boy is six months old. I can't believe it. Sometimes I feel like he just got here and sometimes I feel like we were never without him.
He is such a happy baby. He loves to watch his sisters and they can really make him laugh. Full on, hard to catch your breath belly laughs. He gives kisses. Big, open mouth on the cheek kisses.
He loves his daddy. He loves to sit on his lap and watch a little football. You know, guy stuff.
He loves to snuggle and cuddle and he always ends up in our bed during the night.
He is rolling everywhere. I think he's kind of doing an army crawl thing too but mostly rolling. And he can roll himself anywhere he wants to go. Today he was playing on the floor in his room and when I went to check on him, he was almost in the hallway. He is almost sitting up. He'll do it for a few seconds and then fall over. But we practice everyday and he's getting stronger. He's eating baby food now. Loves squash and sweet potatoes. Not big on the greens just yet.
He has two teeth and I think we'll be seeing a couple of more shortly. He loves to nurse and I must admit, I love it too. He's my last baby and I'm in no hurry for those special times to end just yet.
Our sweet Shep.
You are loved little man!
Happy half birthday!
