Your sisters make sure your play yard is well stocked with toys.
You can thank them later.
Dear Little Man,
I simply cannot wrap my head around the fact that you are already 6 months old. I'm sure you will hear this constantly for the rest of your life, but it seems like just yesterday I brought you home from the hospital, all wrinkly and helpless, snuggled in the crook of my arm. You were so tiny, and perfect. Ever since we first met, I have been enamored with you.
You have always been the most patient and easy going baby I've had. You're none too quick to fuss, (although when you do, it's a doozy) and no matter what the situation, you can always throw someone a grin. You flirt with every lady you meet. You've always got a smile on, strangers cannot get enough of you! You're so endearing in that way. Do you know how many "Gerber Baby" comments you garner? It's a lot! Even at the pediatricians office, the nurse was swooning over your big blue eyes and curly tuft of mohawk. "And we see a lot of babies around here- but this one is so cute!" she said. What a compliment! I've been told on numerous occasions that I should put you into show business. I've decided that you can make that choice, to go Hollywood or not, when you're older.
You've come a long way from being my sweet squirmy little worm. You've grown so fast and doubled your size. You can skillfully navigate a binky (and almost everything else) into your mouth. You are rolling over, but not often. (thank you for that, by the way) You've also honed the art of grabbing everything within reach. I especially love it when I pick you up and you grab at my face. Those tiny, razor sharp fingernails may hurt, but the look in your eyes just melts every corner of my heart. I know you love me- and I hope you know just how much I love you, too.
You're so inquisitive, you love textures, sounds, and people. I love watching you explore your new world. Keep that zest for exploration and learning. (except when it comes to making trouble for Mommy, please!)
You also love your sisters. You search them out in a room, and when you find them (they're usually the ones making the most noise) you squeal with delight. You love all of their wild and crazy antics. The girls adore you right back. They read you stories, share all (well, most) of their toys with you, and want to be around you every second of every day. They dance for you, chatter endlessly to you. I'm pretty sure they still think you're their own personal toy, but I'm sure that will change.
I wake up every morning to your sweet little grins. It makes me wonder how we got along without you for so long. We're so glad you're here. You make our family whole and happy.
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