James turns six months today. I’ll post his 6 month update soon, but I admit I got a bit teary writing it (this could have been because I’d been up since 4:00 AM…hard to say…)
I wanted to take some time to share some of my favorite pictures and moments of his first six months.
You were born a pretty big baby at 8 pounds, 10 ounces, but you still seemed so very tiny.
Seeing you cuddled up with your Daddy was almost too much, too impossibly good.
You were so sleepy the first week, I would excitedly alert everyone when you opened your eyes.
Even your littlest clothes seemed so very big.
You wanted so desperately to get (and keep!) your hand in your mouth.
It meant I got nothing done, but I loved how you fell asleep on me all of the time. You rarely do this nowadays, but I cherish how time slows down when you do, leaving nothing in the world but me and you and your sweet little breaths.
You were often grumpy in the evenings the first few weeks, but would stop grumping to play with your Daddy.
You changed so quickly with each passing week.
You made me so tired, but so impossibly happy; I barely slept because I didn’t want to miss anything. I wouldn’t change a thing.
I wanted you to stay a newborn, but you were so much fun when you started smiling and laughing. I didn’t know it would get even better.
I enjoyed dressing you in little old man clothes. You’re welcome.
Everything seemed more special because it was your “first”.
You had many hats, but favored the ones you could lick.
You instigated (and seldom won…) wrestling matches with many blankets and stuffed animals.
You were so, so busy, dancing and kicking and jumping and always, always trying your hardest to reach the next step. While I willed time to slow down, you willed it to fast forward, frustrated that you couldn’t do more. It’s unbelievable how much you’ve grown in six short months, and I can barely imagine how you’ll be in six more. I know they won’t, but I hope they go by more slowly than the last my little one.