We’re half way through our first year together and it’s going way too fast for my liking.  Technically he turned 6 months earlier in the month but due to our moving (we moved the day before his milestone), setting up the house and hosting Christmas I haven’t had a chance to sit down and think about the past 6 months.

This past month just seemed to be full of milestones.  He rolled over for the first time. He’s learned to sit unsupported.  He’s even learned how to suck his thumb.

The day we moved he sprouted 2 little white dots on his bottom gum. We thought he was getting 2 teeth at once but over the past 2 weeks they’ve not really done much more growing.  I have no clue if that’s how teeth develop, but I’m in no rush for him to get them as he’s also started directing people’s fingers into his mouth and chomping down.

He’s so much more vocal as well; it’s brilliant. He laughs so much and we just love it. It’s like an addiction – we do the weirdest things to try and make him laugh.

He no longer looks like a baby, he’s like a little boy now. He’s growing out of his 00′s and into his 0′s. In fact one of the things on my to-do list is to go through his mountain of clothes and remove all the 00′s. I’m not sure what to do with all this clothing we’re accumulating; donate them or hold on to them.

I have an idea to turn some of our favorite clothing pieces into a quilt, but I’m not sure how long it will take me to actually make it. (I’m still trying to build up to finishing our t-shirt quilt!) I’m torn between holding on to his clothes in the hope that we have another child and just donating them and starting again should we be blessed with another child.

Maybe I’ll just compromise and store them for 12 months and see what happens…

He’s becoming more mobile.  He likes to move around by pushing with his feet and leading with his head while laying on his back.  Gone are the days of putting him in his cot and waking to find him in the same position. He’s moving all over the place.

He’s such a happy little man; always smiling.  I just adore him.

He has great control of his hands and feet. To the point where we’ve nicknamed him “monkey feet”. He uses his feet to pick up and hold on to things. Makes me wonder where in the process we learned that our feet are for walking only. Who knows what we could achieve if we could use our feet to do things like open bottles, write and clap with!

I’ve also noticed that we’re becoming more confident with him. Less worried and more enjoying. I still find myself waking in the middle of the night to check on him, but I’ve also taken to being more relaxed with him.

He’s eating solids 3 times a day now.  He seems to really love his fruit and vegetable purees but he’s definitely not enjoying the inclusion of chicken and tuna.  (Maybe he’ll be like his mum and not really dig on fish.)  I love watching him eat – the faces he pulls and the way he gets cranky if you don’t feed him quick enough. I hope he grows up to be adventurous with his food. Not like I was for a very long time where I just refused to eat outside my comfort zone.

I’m constantly amazed at him and just fall more in love with him every day.  I would never have thought that something could bring me so much joy, but being his mother does and I’m so thankful for that.

It’s been a really stressful month with the move, buying and selling our house and having the festive season in the mix, but he’s made me a lot more relaxed and calm about the whole thing. I’m forced to slow down because he’s my primary focus and that’s bringing with it some unforeseen benefits.  I have more time to think things through and spend less time just reacting to events.

He’s slowly teaching me patience.  I still have a long way to go and I have found myself being frustrated with the situation at times in the past few weeks as I’ve felt pressure to get things done. But that frustration is fleeting and I’m learning to just let go of the pursuit of perfection.

It’s safe to say that the last 6 months have been the best of my life and I can’t wait for the next 60 years.  Everyday is a blessing and I’m so very thankful for that.  I feel like I’m living life in technicolor now.