That is right, at 10:32 last night Ed Jr. turned 6 months old. I feel like we have made it, I mean really made it. Ed Jr. has gone from being a sweet sleepy smooshy newborn baby to a little man with a loud and boisterous personality who loves to play and be outside. He loves the jumparoo, bath time and his babysitter Cissie. I mean, who wouldn't love Cissie, she plays with him and calls him Ed.
A lifetime ago I was pregnant. I can remember every detail of his birth, but now it seems like I watched it on TV. I have tried several times to write about that day, and the subsequent days, but every time I do, I go back to the moment they took him to the NICU, and I can't write. I tell people it was the best worst day of my life. Best because we had this amazing baby, worst because he was born a little sick, whisked away immediately after he was born and had to spend 3 days hooked up to machines, wires and oxygen. I know it was all for the best, and he is now so healthy it is amazing, but no words can ever describe the heartache of holding your newborn's hand while their head is under a plastic bubble supplying him oxygen. We didn't even have it that bad, there are people who have their babies in the NICU for months. We are lucky. So lucky.
Enjoy a little trip down memory lane. Three days old and just off of the oxygen.
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A few more days old and all smooshy, sleepy and cute. Best of all, he was at home.
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About one month old. Pretty unsure of these two characters. I mean really, who let these two have a kid?
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Two months old, on the day. The day of his shots, again, wondering why he didn't stay in his nice warm womb just a little longer.
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Glorious three months old and all smiles.
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Four months and his parents bust out the excercauser, or as his Auntie Liesel calls it, his office.
Five months old, and all about snuggling his momma.

At six months, his dad puts him to work helping folding laundry.

With his two bottom teeth firmly established he has started to work on his top two teeth. Oh joy. It seems like we just got over the heartache of the first two.
He is sitting up by himself. He is ALMOST able to go from laying flat on his back to sitting on his own, but sits alone when he forgets he is distracted by a toy. When he knows you have let go, he topples over.

He looks around for Selma all of the time, he can hear her walking through the house, her claws clicking on the floor and her tags jingling. He yells for her when he sits in his exersaucer. When she ventures close enough to him, he tries to grab her face and bring it to his mouth, presumably to give her a smooch or to get just one teeny tiny little taste. . .
When I tell people that I have a six-month old, the first question they ask, "is he sleeping through the night?" To this I lie. It is so much easier than explaining what really happens at night. "Oh yes, he sleeps a solid 10 - 12 hours a night." It saves so much conversation and much unneeded advice. There has been a great breakthrough on the sleeping front lately, he is napping in his crib. That is all Cissie. She put him there to sleep and he is all about it. Maybe someday soon he will start spending his nights in there. . . maybe.