Half birthday...
My little caboose is six months old. I am super contemplative and sad as I post this. This little guy is it! Everything he does: his milestones, his firsts, and the things he outgrows just mean that he's getting older, growing up, and one step closer to leaving me! It is hitting me so hard that this is the last time that I will have a little one to hold, cuddle, coo at, and take care of. I am so grateful to you, baby Ian, for teaching me how to slow down, let things pile up a little, ignore the phone ringing, and just look at you, hold you, and rock you. It has taken me until number four to finally realize how quickly it goes, how precious each of them are, and really what "in the blink of an eye" means.
He celebrated his six month mark by sitting up for 20 minutes straight without tipping over while he played with toys scattered all around him!
