A week and a half ago, Willem celebrated his half-birthday. It was a rollicking affair, complete with playtime, food, sleep, some dirty diapers, and lots of smiles and drool.
I can’t believe my little guy is now on the downslope, careening toward his first birthday. I know, I know, that’s a long way off still, but I think it’ll be here before I know it. It breaks my heart a bit to think this may be the only chance I get to watch a little human, all my own, grow up.
And…. my big, healthy, strong six-month-old (on a quilt made by my Grandma Farm; I remember playing on this quilt as a kid). At six months, he’s the length I was at 10 months and the weight I was at 12 months.
Happy halfway around the sun, my love! You’ve come a long way.