January 08, 2012
It is almost midnight and I'm sitting in bed with you curled up next to me and I'm thinking what I always think on your monthly birthday: I can't believe the time goes by so fast. You are already six months old. One half of a year. These six months have flown by, yet we have soaked up and enjoyed every minute with you. One person left a comment on this blog saying you were "a dream." I love that description because, yes, you are a dream.
You are still smiling all the time and are so happy. And you are also still chunky, weighing in at 20 lbs. 5 oz. Your new thing you've learned to do this month is roll. You roll over and over across the floor. You have also started to eat Gerber puffs and Cheerios and have had bites of banana and applesauce. You like your ExerSaucer and your new walker, but mostly you like to be held. Every night at bedtime I rock you to sleep and if you cry when I put you in bed then I scoop you up and rock you some more. When Lincoln was a baby someone told me that I shouldn't do that because he wouldn't learn to fall asleep on his own, but I did it anyway and also did it with Lillie, Mary Margaret, and Jack Henry. And I will keep doing it with you because I know how fast time goes by and that one day you will be too big to rock and I'll be wishing I could rock you just one more time.
Happy six months, Oliver!