1/2 Birthday

What did that lady say?
I'm SIX months old?
Holy breastmilk!

We're really not those parents who would've been excited for a half birthday. But then you lose a baby who you intended to celebrate many, many birthdays with, you celebrate everything when given that chance again. We're celebrating screams, breaths, poops, head control, smiles... everything in this house. We had full intentions of dinner and dessert out of the house at Red Robin a fancy restaurant, but then Benjamin called the shots once more and decided not to nap all afternoon until 5:30. Poor guy had some more shots today and was feeling a little under the weather and needed extra snuggles. No problem. Frozen pizzas it was. Happy half, little one. You light up our lives more than we could've imagined.

{update: we have a new ped and she is awesome. He's healthy and growing and is now in the 10th percentile for the CDC charts. Steady growth in all three categories and meeting all milestones. No mama drama today. Hooray. Thanks for the ped recommendation, Amy!}