A Landslide of Monthly Updates

Remember how I wanted to write a monthly letter to my son with a seasonal monthly photo?  Yeah, that was the plan.  I'm four months behind. 

You might remember THIS POST for November, his first month.

And THIS POST for December, when he had his first Christmas.

Annnnnd.... here we swoosh through four neglected months.  At least I remembered to take the pictures along the way.

Here we go:

Hi, Coleson!   You will be half a year old in eight days.  The cliche about time is most definitely true.  I can't believe you've been in the world for half a year.  Half. a. year.

What a six months it has been!

January...

In January...

* I agonized over whether to stay home longer with you, and finally decided that I would!

* I started hopping in the tub with you for bath time to give us a little extra bonding time.

* After each feeding, you belch like a teamster.

*  You saw snow for the first time.  I love holding you in front of the window as you quietly take it all in.

* You looked super fly in your snowsuit:

Your daddy had several snow days off from work, which we spent snuggling with you (and sitting comatose watching Walking Dead when you napped).

February...

* You giggled for the first time when we pretended our hands were spiders.  It was and is the most beautiful sound in the world.

* We hung with Mali and Missy a lot.  Mali and I joked that you will one day be betrothed to her daughter Ruby.

* You LOVE the song "Time to Say Goodbye" by Boccelli and grin whenever I put it on.

* You started to rock at tummy time.

* We stayed an Nana's for a week to help her while she recovered from surgery.  She didn't have curtains up in the guest room, so we had to tape black poster boards over the windows, so you could sleep in darkness.  It was like a boardwalk haunted house in there.

* Daddy and I started to debate the exact color of your eyes.  Brown?  Green?  Blue?  They vary according to the light in the room, although they seem to get muddier each month.

March...

 In March..

* You discovered your feet!

One day, I heard you squealing after a nap and came in to find you chewing on your toes happily.  Even the doctor marveled at how taken you were with them at your vaccine appointment.

* You met a new friend when Kate and her son Harrison came to visit.  You massaged his hair in this picture:

*  Like many other days in March, you were gassy and fussy during my 33rd birthday, so much so that I made a doctor's 'appointment at the end of the day.  I remembered past birthdays when I was wishing and praying for you, feeling so sad.  It made me smile to have you here, fussiness and all.  This birthday I got to sleep in until 10:00 and kiss your chubby cheeks.  During a calm moment, you looked at my giant birthday balloon with awe... and yanked on the ribbon so hard that it unraveled and flew up to the ceiling.

* You stare at the duckies at the park a few blocks from our house in amazement:

Your hair grew even longer:  I got to try out bad ass hairdos.

April...

* You had your first food!  It was strangely disgusting and enticing at the same time:  HERE

* We switched to the $30 tiny can of the Dom Perignon of formula.  The price makes us want to cry, but your fussy spells start to ease immediately.

* I brought you to one of those Mommy and Me, engaging music classes. It sucked. You mouthed a tambourine that probably had just been slobbered on during the class the half hour before ours and reached out and held a little girl's fingers.  When the moms all started singing a version of Old McDonald on speed, you shut that shit down by whimpering, whining, and then yelping.  You spent the rest of the class angrily sucking down a bottle, brows furrowed, to calm down while all the other babies gleefully crawled around you.

* You "opened" your first Easter basket and gift:

An enooooorrrrmooouuuuss exersaucer:

Here is what the Bunny brought you:

A Superman costume:

Some board books to gum:

And a fancy rattle:

Your Mimi, Grampy, and Nana all came for Easter, spoiling you and feeding you and making it so special.  Everyone fought to have their turn kissing your cheeks.

That's just a peek of the past few months, little meatball.  You are so loved.