Hello Little Munchkin,
Happy HALF birthday!
Today to-the-day six months ago you were squirming your way through the birth canal and I was vocalising my quite large lungs out in the birthing suite at the Mater Hospital. I’m amazed that the time has passed so quickly, and that you seem to have survived your dad and my parenting for six months without suffering any majorly noticeable strange physical or mental effects.
(Aside: Though the doctor when examining you this week did comment on how stubborn you seemed. “Is he normally this stubborn?” was her question in response to your repeated attempts to eat her finger then her stethescope, and not be dissuaded by anyone, nor distracted by anything else. Sure meant taking your vitals was a bit harder than normal. Well, there wasn’t much chance of that character trait not getting passed down.)
So. You’re still a little gorgeous one. When you first came out of the womb, you looked like this:
You’ve grown somewhat over the six months. Funnily. I still can’t believe how much. This week you weighed in at 7.8 something kilos. Heavy like a brick.
We had a very chilled-out celebration of this big milestone. You practiced laughing a lot, did a lot of rolley polley on the bed with your dad and I, and we took some photos
and had some great play-time:
Happy Birthday darling, and a big self-congratulatory hug to both myself and your dad for getting this far.
Love and kisses
P.S. And if you’re reading this, leave a comment to Poogie to pass on your wishes personally!