6 months...

Six months feels like such a turning point.  My tiny little baby is not so tiny any more.  His thick, sweet, savory thighs are actually thicker than Jack's and his rolls should be lathered with butter.  He is rolling over, grabbing everything in sight and has begun dabbling in a few foods as well.  His little teethies are itching to burst through but in the mean time a continuous pool of drool drips down his chin. 

Charlie is an incredibly jolly little guy.  He belly laughs at the sight of Emily, Jack or his cousin Gracie and his face is completely illuminated with smiles.  He can spot me across a crowded room but loves his daddy just as much.  I went through all of his little shoes, sockies, onsies and so on and was so saddened to put them in the "boy tub" knowing they will never come out again.  This is a task I dread, not because of the work..we all know I LOVE to organize...but the thought of looking at each and every article of clothing and knowing that he nor another baby of ours will ever wear it again is absolutely agonizing for me.  No matter how hard I have tried, and believe me I have, there is just no way to squish his precious little body and all his rolls into six month clothing.  The 6-12 months are a hope and the 12-18 months are a shoe in.  Charlie is actually wearing the same clothing that Jack wore at 15 months! 
 
As Christmas time passed I was reminded of the events that took place last year.  There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful and feel completely blessed with this baby boy.  He is truly a gift.