Right now is one of the many days this month you have been home because you have been sick. I know that this comes with the territory, but it really sucks. You are actually a very good sick baby though. In fact, I am looking at you and you have one of your socks in your mouth, and your are twirling the other one above your head like a lasso. (Yes, my sock saga continues with you. Now everyone in the family takes their socks off and leaves it around the house.)
You are so happy and busy and active. In fact, yesterday, you took your first "steps" crawling. You can get from your tummy back to a seated position, and you pivot effortlessly around on your stomach. Your favorite thing to do is crawl or roll over to something and try to climb it. You have already taken down your brother's tiny chair. I am actually a little nervous about what the future will bring with you.
You love to talk. Oh, and shriek. I am not sure if you just like to hear your voice, or you want to make sure other people hear your voice. But, it is piercing and hurts my ears. You also make noises similar to that of Mr. Peepers. "Bah bah bah bah bah bah."
I don't think we even need to say you love to eat (your size sort of says it all). Everything we give you, you eat it all and copious amounts. I don't even know what your favorite food is, because you eat them all with the same amount of gusto (I am so happy I could use "gusto" and "copious" in a sentence.)I think it is still a little too soon to give you piece of real food (if the biter biscuit choking incident is any clue), but soon enough you will be able to eat all you want, and probably all of Abe's food too.
I still can't get over how fast this time is going, and that now, you are more than half a year old. I also still can't get over how much I love you. And, I don't mean just "I love you." I mean, I FREAKING LOVE YOU so much, that it hurts my heart when I am away from you. I love you so much that every moment I am with you I have to resist myself from holding you and kissing your cheeks (I do that a lot, thought).
Don't worry, I am not creepy. I am just your mom.
Love,
Mama
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