Oh my goodness. The wonderful things we are doing this week. Luke can now sit up, all on his own, with full dexterity. I no longer have to worry about him falling over, he's mastered the concept.
He is growing like a weed. At 6 months, he weighs 18 pounds even, and his "little" head is still floating somewhere waving down at the 99th percentile far beneath it.
He is happy all the time - with the exception of the five minutes immediately before he goes to sleep, when he cries and tries to tell me how he's totally not sleepy, mom, before his eyes roll backwards and he drifts off.
Luke is still rocking the nine month clothes, and at this point, we can't even attempt anything less.
We love, love, love that sweet baby.
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