The day after Christmas, Waylon turned 6 months old.
6 month old babies have always been my favorite, and Waylon does not disappoint. He’s funny, really funny. Of course he’s also a royal pain in the arse with all this screeching and biting (moment of silence for the ladies), but I do find myself wanting to freeze time, make these moments last just a little longer. Parents love to say “they grow up so fast.” I think this is because there’s nothing else to say, no other way to put it. I can already feel this baby stage slipping through my fingers as he sprouts teeth, moves more, and snuggles less.
Anyway, I am fully aware that these monthly stats are more for me than for you. I want to remember this some day, and writing it all down relieves my nostalgic, worrier, hoarder self. You’re welcome, future Kate (and my apologies future babies whose Mom is too tired to do this for them too).
Height: 28 inches
Weight: 16 pounds
THE NOOK, saucer, Sophie, crinkly butterfly, magazines.
Sitting up. Eating bites of food and liking it. Saying “ma”. Teeth.
Overheard From Mom:
“Your foot smells like cheese.”
Overheard From Dad:
“Your peep’s in the wind.”
Three naps and up at least twice at night to eat.
He poops once a week. It’s awesome.
Splashing in the bath, clawing my face, given every ounce of our attention.
Month In Review:
Watch it on Vimeo here
Happy half birthday, WTB! You are my superstar.