On Sunday, you turned six months old. When you were just hours old, it was hard to imagine this day. I saw six-month-old babies and they looked like wise professors on their way to teach English literature. Where did the time go? I have a feeling I'll be asking that question a lot in the coming years- since you arrived time has accelerated.
You began sitting this month. Not independently, though you're trying your hardest every single day, even in your sleep. You also scootch. You propel yourself forward with your hands and feet and you can get from one end of the room to the other. What gets you moving? Gift-bags, my sandals, or the wire to my laptop. You really love that wire. Whenever I catch you seconds from taking a bite of it I can't help but notice how happy you are holding it in your hands, examining it like you've just discovered the end of a rainbow. I feel bad when I see your crestfallen face when I take it from you but- its a wire- you'll thank me later, promise. I resisted the flashy noisy toys but finally opened one with the hopes of distracting you, and while you will smile and tap it politely, you really can't be bothered. Lately you've grown quite fond of an empty water bottle filled with marbles. You toss it and chase it all around the room with your eyes lit up, your mouth wide open in the biggest grin I've ever seen. Sometimes, I think you think you are a puppy.
You love to smile. And laugh. And blow raspberries. And hold conversations. You move your hands, and make expressions as you babble as though you're a pundit discussing world politics. You also love to kiss me. It began with a slobber, but now you grab my face or my ears with both hands and give me a big smack on the cheek. Somehow it seems, you know exactly when I need it most.
You began eating solids this month. I love watching your reactions as you try each new treat. Peas? Meh. Squash? Are you kidding me. Carrots. Interesting. Sweet Potatoes? Better. Apples? Smile. Banana? OMG. BEST. THING. EVER. You can go through an entire banana if I let you, little monkey.
Speaking of monkey, you were one for Halloween. We wore the heck out of that monkey outfit. The week before you rocked it at Boo at the Zoo and the next week on the actual day of Halloween. I get that you won't remember this moment and would have smiled at me even if I put you in a frock and clipped a pin to your hair- I hold no illusions- the enjoyment I got out of seeing you in the monkey outfit was all for me, and for the record you were one cute little monkey.
A friend once said to me, my son filled holes inside me I didn't know I had. I had a tumultuous pregnancy and spent most of the time worrying about you. I was afraid I had forgotten what it was like to not spend each moment filled with worry. But its not true. You've brought me joy, and peace, and you've filled holes inside me I thought were too deep to ever close. Thank you for being you. I love you more than you can ever imagine and I thank God every day you are mine.