I’ve been saying it for years now- “Six months is my favorite age!” But I could never recall why exactly I decided that. Was it because I have my fondest memories of Ben at that age? Or is it just that I love every 6-month-old that comes in and the photo opportunity that age presents? Was never sure…
But Evan turned six months last week and voila! He’s sleeping through the night again. He’s eating rice cereal like a mad man. So now there’s fewer bottles to give. He’s actually cut his bottle intake by half! He’s sitting. This has now freed him up to play in a whole new way and gives me an opportunity to walk away if there’s a chore beckoning or phone ringing. And his personality is shining. He’s such a cute little guy! Look at that doll! –> Don’t you just want to squeeze those cheeks?!
Side note from doctor’s appointment today- 24 pounds, 12 ounces; 29 inches long. This is why we call him “Chunk.” 
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