Today we celebrate six months of James Reece.
We've hit some serious milestones over the past four weeks.
The boy sprouted his two bottom teeth (please pray for me).
He learned to sit up on his own (as long as there is something for him to reach for -- preferably something chewable).
He rolls at the speed of light (and often ends up under the Christmas tree).
He rarely stops chattering -- his current favorite words being "dada" "mama" and "doodoo."
I have three people who will go on the record saying he said "hello" at dinner tonight.
He still looooooves his mama, and his mama still looooooooves that fact.
He's still nursing but enjoys an occasional bowl of baby oatmeal or a smushed banana.
He still prefers ice cream over any of the above.
He weighs almost seventeen pounds and measures 26 inches long.
He's FINALLY sleeping through the night, so his mama is no longer a complete zombie, which makes everyone happy.
Unfortunately, he now skimps on naps.
But he's so pleasant when he's awake, I don't even mind.
He adores his sister.
Unless she tries to steal his glory -- then things get ugly.
To which she responds...
Oh how I love my monkeys.
Just like his older sister, James Reece is such a blessing.
He makes me smile.
He makes me laugh.
He makes me calm.
He makes me grateful.
He makes me wonder what I ever did to deserve him.
Happy six months to my baby boy!