sunday laughs

playing always...



laughing required...



clothing optional...

Seriously Jonah?

Last night after I put Jonah to bed and he fussed his usual "I am not going to bed mom" tantrum, I noticed that his cry seemed closer, louder. I went in to check it out and sure enough, my little baby, at the ripe age of 6 months is STANDING in his crib...STANDING! I am cool with him crawling at 6 months, talking, holding his sippy cup, trying to pull himself up on the couch, but I am a little upset that this baby of mine is trying to leap his way into being a toddler. The kid will be walking by Christmas at this rate!




Another new favorite of Jonah's is Charlie. He LOVES Charlie. If Charlie goes in the kitchen, Jonah follows. If Charlie is on the couch, Jonah is right there. The funny thing about this is Charlie could care less. Dakine is the one that loves Jonah. If Jonah goes in the kitchen, Dakine follows. But no, Jonah doesn't want Dakine, he wants Charlie. And I love love love the shriek of a laugh he gets when Charlie is around. (Poor Charlie who just misses chasing chickens on Kauai. Now he has an annoying doggie brother, human brother, and no chickens.)






And finally, Jonah's next activity of choice - long sticks. Well maybe not sticks, but anything with a long pole. Paddles are a favorite. Brooms are better. He will sit on the floor for a good 20 minutes picking up the "pole" and slamming it on the floor. Oh thank heaven for baby boys I guess...

Jonah = C-R-A-Z-Y

my daredevil son. at only 6 months is crawling like a mad man around the house. getting into everything (his favorite is the dog's water bowl). pulling himself up, yes pulling himself up. I think I am in trouble....

sunday paper.

Jonah found it very amusing to go through the paper. Kept him occupied for quite a while. He happily tore through each page, got some nice inky black hands and screeched with joy the entire time. It was the best part of my Sunday and I don't think I have ever enjoyed a newspaper more.

food fight.

the carrots won.

Jonah crawling (his weird crawl/drag)

six.

Six. That's how many months I have had no sleep. How many months I have changed diapers, read stories, made bottles, cleaned bottles, picked up toys, gave baths, gave kisses, pushed a stroller, and loved someone else so much I could burst. Jonah is six months old today. I am so happy and blessed I have a healthy child who is growing, but at the same time I want to cry that he is growing up to fast. That he is already crawling around the room, no need for Mom's arms anymore. That he doesn't want to cuddle as long anymore, ready for the next activity. It's all part of the journey I know. I'll be sitting here on his first birthday soon enough wondering where the time has gone receiting this same mantra of never wanting him to grow up. But for today, I am going to hug my sweet six month old tight, smell his baby skin, enjoy every diaper change, every cry, every drooly kiss and all things baby.

Happy 1/2 Birthday Chunky - Mommy loves you to moon and back.