What I Love About 6 Months

Asa has turned 6 months already. I am not sure where the time went. With Heavah I remember recording practically everyday and every month. Now, I look at my son and wonder, what happened? How did I go from being pregnant to having a 6 month old baby? With Heavah, I noticed every single milestone with excitement and anticipation. With Asa, I wonder, 'Really? You can do that now?'

There is a tinch of sadness within me. I hate to see him grow. I especially hate to see him already pass his 6 month mark cause I know the days of greatness are counting down. To me, there is nothing more fun than a 6 to 8 month old baby. The months before are just days of anticipation for the real fun.

I love your fatness. Especially the one that folds at your wrist.

I love your sporadic kicking in hopes of joining your siblings in running.

I love you grabbing anything that is in front of you and immediately putting it in your mouth.

I love your many smells (even the breastfed puke one).

I love your big, fat, bald head.

I love your surprised look when you play peek-a-boo--every time.

I love the softness of the blanket we share when we cuddle together.

I love putting khakis and grown up clothing on a pint sized person.

I love you nestling in my chest when you are tired and want to sleep.

I love you ummms...ooohhhhs.....and raspberries you do when you are trying to communicate.

I love your loud laughs when your daddy is tickling your fat.

I love everything about you and never want a day to pass without appreciating all these small things.