Theo needs to go down for a nap, and I've been itching to get this blog post out of my system for some time now. So Daniel took Theo to a nearby mall/centre in the ergo to free up the house and hopefully have some lights out for our little man.
I feel this event needed recognition in a blog post.
Is it just the BLM community that thinks half birthdays are a pretty big deal? My mother was one of the only people in my family to specifically acknowledge this milestone. It made me a little sad. Maybe I'm not openly celebrating my child's life enough? Because I think having a baby alive and well for 6 whole months is crazy lucky. And I'm so thankful that I'm able to have him to hold and love on. I want to ask my family if they know how fragile I still think his life is. 6 months of him is still beyond me. But maybe it's not beyond them. Maybe the assumption of his aliveness is part of their every day, where the assumption of his eventual demise still plays tricks with my mental state.
Is it that I didn't ever think I'd get here? Is it that I don't want to jinx things with parading my sons aliveness around... because I'm still kind of waiting for the other shoe to fall...? Yes to both. But either way, I wanted an out pour of acknowledgement with marching band type status when he rounded this corner... and I didn't get anything really.
On October 23rd, Theodore Alexander turned 6 months old. Huge. Amazing. Mind blowing. Or at least that's how I felt about it.
(A certain someone had a baby on September 25th, and sent out a family wide email on October 25th with a one month professional photo shoot and a baby update in toe. That certain someone didn't send me anything on October 23rd to wish Theodore a happy 6th month birthday. And that certain someone has 100% checked out their interest in Theodore's life and his day to day. Makes me feel a little grumpy and all well I wont ask about you and your baby either!! But that's not my nature. I don't want to be selfish just because I'm getting a selfish snub from someone else. But anyway... maybe I'll save that for another post!)
How is it that he's now closer to a year old than he is to the day he was born? My baby is growing up (so fast!) and all of this precious infant sweetness is slipping through my fingers. I'm 2 and a half weeks late to this post, and he's already a TOTALLY different baby boy in recent pictures!
He looks like a giant in these shots.
I cant even begin to tell you all the amazing things he's up to these days. So grabby and coordinated. He flips from tummy to back with so much vigour it's a little scary. We have to put a pillow on one side of his crib because he rolls so forcefully into it that it wakes him up every time he does it. And yes, it terrifies me that there is a big soft plushy pillow in my child's crib. But Daniel said to me, "he's a big boy now, he'll be ok". Big Boy?!? Made me so sad, but it's true. I've seen him get out of some pretty sticky situations while fully asleep, so I'm confident he wont suffocate himself. He's an incredibly light sleeper. I don't want to clear him out of the SIDS category and speak so balsy in regards to his well being... but without that pillow, he might give himself a concussion.
I'm tight for time, and I really want to get this post up. So, here are some shots of a less enthusiastic 6 month old having his picture taken. I think they're cute and hilarious because they really capture his personality. He's not one for sitting still, or waiting on me for ANYTHING. And it's certainly written all over his face here.
|SO done with this business|
|seriously?!? we're still doing this!?|
But I wanted to share this boy at 6 months old with everyone and anyone who reads here.
Happy 6 months Theodore. Only 6 more months of me putting you through these photo shoots. I'm sure you'll give me all you've got regarding your willingness to comply in the months to come ;)