I can't believe it. Six months has literally flown by. Everyone says it does, but like so many other things in life, I really have to experience it myself before I believe them. Well. It's true. What stands out to me about the past half a year are as follows:
- Non-medicated LABOR. Enough said.
- Scrunched up little legs while sleeping on your chest. He never does that anymore. :(
- Pleading, pitiful prayers for just 10 more minutes of sleep
- Realizing I was actually looking forward to those quiet, peaceful nightly feedings, where I would just stare at him in awe and feel like my heart might break in two
- His first milk-coma smiles I swore were real
- Poop. So much poop.
- The first time he threw his arm around my neck
- Little webbed toes
- His absolute lack of feeling any obligation to smile back at you
- The tremble in his bottom lip just before he sticks it out
- The look on his face when he sees me peak over the crib
- Nighttime dancing squats
- Traveling by myself cross-country with a 4-mo old
- Nuzzling his neck
- His smell, which if I could bottle it up and sell it, I would make millions
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