Half Birthday

My little nugget is 6 months old.  It feels so crazy that he has been in our lives for half a year, and yet it's hard to remember life without him.  I am aware that a lot of mommas don't like their babes to grow up too fast, and want them to stay in the newborn itty bitty stage forever, which is completely understandable, they are adorable, they are cuddly, they are sweet, they are so close to heaven, I don't blame them for feeling that way...however, I am not like that at all.  I completely adored my itty bitty the minute I knew he was growing, and even more the first moment I held him in my arms.  I look back at pictures and I about die just thinking how tiny and precious he was.  Did I love the newborn stage?  ABSOLUTELY! Did I love the 2 month stage? Yup! Do I love this stage?  You betcha! Am I looking forward to him growing?  OF COURSE! I believe in enjoying ever single moment, every single stage, every single developmental milestone and not looking back with sadness or longing. (how depressing!)








I really don't miss him being a newborn.  Why?  Because he is meant to grow.  And it's so much darn fun! I love his giggles.  I love his smiles. I love how chunky he is. I love that he LOVES food.  I love that he loves nursing.  I love that he can already wiggleworm his way around, including 180 degrees if his toy is behind him.  That he rolls and rolls and moves to whatever he wants to get.  That he reaches out towards me to pick him up.  That he gets so darn happy in the mornings when I go and get him.  That he loves to cuddle.  That he loves standing.  That he just stares big eyed at strangers just taking them in.

That he jabbers and squeals to himself while is is playing.  That he randomly just laughs at me. That he will play in his crib for an hour before falling asleep. I love that he adores cuddling. That he can sleep anywhere and through anything.  That he loves sitting up on his own.  That he sucks on his bottom lip all the time and when dad calls him "little ducky" and makes a quack sound he gets a huge smile across his face. That he will mess around with something until he figures out what it does. That his legs DO NOT STOP MOVING.  And I really mean this, they are always moving.  I never get tired of the familiar thump thump thump of his feet hitting the ground.

I just love how fast he learns! One day he is trying to roll to his tummy, the next he is rolling like a champ, the day after he decides he wants to scoot, next he decides sitting up on his own is no problem, standing up...easy, walking while holding mom's hands...simple (mind you he has done this since he was 2 months ha).  yes I am a proud mom.

But I love him.  I love his growth.  I love his development.  And I will continue to love every little moment of him.  I don't miss anything, I am just glad I experienced everything with him and look forward to experiencing everything else.  I love my little Anderson and I could not be happier to celebrate his half year birthday!