Friday, August 29

182.5 Days.

Also known as SIX months. Aka half of a year. Aka the age of my baby boy. Aka a day of denial and crocodile tears. How did this happen? Half a year has come and gone and it felt like a day. Maybe this is a glimpse into what heaven will feel like. Maybe because I'm late writing this, it hasn't actually happened yet. Isn't that the way it works: if a tree falls and there's no one there to hear it, does it really make a sound. Likewise, if I don't blog about my son getting older, does it really happen. Surely not. Oh Isaac, stay my baby forever.
This little boy has captured our hearts. There's been less sleep than was imaginable, more joy than we could have known, so.many.diapers, but more love than we ever thought possible.
And now a reminder to keep you humble.
Nicknames include: I-Man, Mr. Moo, Bubba, I (which can be especially funny- for example:)
What you're doing: Moving, moving and then some more moving. You roll, go from laying to sitting, sit and flop as you try to crawl. You're squealing, laughing, smiling, fake coughing to get our attention, trying solid foods. Yum? 
You love: your mom and dad (duh), reading, Peter Rabbit, trees, being outside, eating your toes, chewing on anything that happens in front of you, others peoples' fingers, being sung to- especially the ABC's, The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Skinamarinky Dinky Dink (bonus if actions are involved), things that crinkle and probably lots more adorableness that escapes me now.
If these past six months are any indication of how fleeting our time with you will seem, I surely want to soak it all up. Every last happy, cranky, sad, sweet part of you. I could eat you up, I love you so.