Wow, another month GONE.
Six months is such a milestone! At this point you're actually closer to being ONE, a real age, rather than being so many months or a newborn or my tiny little baby. You're that much closer to walking and talking and just simply... growing up (can I get a collective *sniff*?). As Jack says almost daily, 'When B grows up, he gets to ______ '(fill in the blank with whatever we're doing at the moment... eat raisins, go down the slide, bang on the drum, etc.).
I pretty much love it.
You still have the biggest smile aaaaaand loudest scream.
I love that we never know what's coming... yea, did I just say that?
I love that we never know what's coming... yea, did I just say that?
You had your first Halloween this month! You were just the tastiest little chicken I have ever seen.
You do the most amazing thing that melts my heart Every. Single. Day. As I carry you out of your room first thing in the morning, you put your little arms around my neck and squeeze!
It's a baby Bentley hug! Let's keep that up, k?
You had your first bath with your brother. It was the only bath you've had where there was a very good chance you came out dirtier than when you went in. Har.
You ate real people food this month! You had some homemade sweet potatoes for your first meal. I'm going out on a limb here and guessing you weren't much of a fan...
You gobbled up avacado's though... ahhh, boy after my own heart.
And, you get by with a little help from your brother.
