Ryan turned 6 months on Monday and oh man, it’s hard to believe he’s already half a year old. It’s gone by in the blink of an eye and yet, at the same time, it’s hard to remember what life was like before he arrived.
If I could sum up the past six months, it’d go a little something like this: Parenthood? Awesome. Breastfeeding? HARD. First 3 months? ROUGH. Baby smiles and giggles? My new number one fave. 6 Months? Best age ever.
At 6 months, Ryan is rolling up a storm, grabbing everything in sight (usually with a bee line to his mouth) and even cut his first tooth this past week.
In some ways I’m in shock at how fast these early milestones have come. Weren’t you just born yesterday, little guy?
But at the same time I LOVE it.
I love how much he interacts with us now.
I love watching the little wheels in his head turn as he tries to figure out the world.
I love that it’s given me a new appreciation for all the skills we use everyday without thinking about them.
I mean, when was the last time you thought about how you’d roll from front to back? Or marvel at the wind in your face?
Right now as I write this he’s giggling at a tag on his play mat. A tag, people. Seriously, this kid kills me.
I’m convinced six months is the age most people actually think of when they think “baby.” They’re cute, they’re fun and they’re not quite mobile enough yet to be a total handful. Six months is hands down my favorite age so far and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
Happy half-birthday little buddy. We’re so glad to have you here with us.
P.S. Clearly stripes are a fave of mine. And green & blue. But that’s probably no surprise if you’ve ever seen my own wardrobe, haha.
