Things I know now that I am six months old

That car seat is the devil.

I know I can sit up. You know I can sit up. Why, then, won't you let me?

Rice cereal with applesauce?...Eh. Rice cereal with bananas?...Pretty good. Cool Whip off your sundae?...AMAZING!

My swing + Baby Mozart dvd = a great little nap opportunity.

My PTSD kicks in each time Landon comes up to me, causing my eyes to flutter and my body to stiffen. You guys really should keep an eye on him or I'm going to require therapy...and possibly medication.

I like to attack my mommy's face with my mouth when she holds me. She loves it because she thinks I'm giving her kisses; actually, I do it to hear her giggle and snort.

Mom/Dad, my bed is just a temporary stop on my way to yours; I'll stay there for one hour...tops!

Sleeping up against my daddy's side is the warmest spot in bed.

Mommy will nurse/sleep me all night long if she is tired enough.

If she is tired enough, my night is perfect.

My siblings still adore me even if I cry, poop, or spit up on them.

While I know she loves me, I have a feeling my mom is just using me as her own personal dress-up doll.

See what I mean?

















Okay, I'll admit it...I do look pretty adorable.