Six Month Sweetie

Maguire is six months old today.  Where did my baby go??  We now have a strapping wee lad — a 20 pounder! — who really is the sweetest, most edible little dude out there.  But man, is he growing up (and out!) far too fast for my liking.

“Guy-er” (as Jak calls you), allow me to gush a bit about you, okay??

• You are eating solids!!  I tried a couple times over the last month or so to give you some cereal, but you ended up wearing every spoonful.  I guess you weren’t quite old enough yet to figure out how that whole tongue/swallowing thing works.  My third attempt was just last week, and suddenly you got it!  And now you can’t get enough.  So twice a day, you are getting monster bowl-fulls of cereal.  I can’t wait until we try out some peas and squash and carrots and bananas and apples.  It’s a whole new world.
• Teeth must be on the way because you are a drool machine.  If only there was a market for drool, you’d be making us millions!  One of my favourite times of the day is when you and your dad hang out before going for a tub, and you blow raspberries at him and chat non-stop, and soak both of you in the process.  Pretty sure only a mother can find that much drool so darn adorable.
• You still smile with your whole face.  I hope that never changes.
• Flopping like a fish when you sleep must be in the family genes because, just like your brother, you wiggle and squirm and roll and toss and turn all night long.  It’s always a surprise to see where/how you end up by morning.
• Another favourite time of the day is when you and your brother wake up in the morning and Jakzen and I come in to see you.  We learned to shout out “We’re coming, bro!” from down the hall before the very loud (and banging and crashing) Jakzen barges into your room…which was scaring the bejeezus outta you.  Now you are, of course, all smiles when it’s wake-up time.
• You still save your winningest smiles and best laughs for your brother, but I’m okay with that.  It makes my heart melt to see the 2 of you interacting more and more the older – and stronger – you get.  I figure I’d better enjoy these sweet moments because I’m sure the hitting, biting, screaming, fighting days are not too far in our future.

I am so thankful, Mr. Maguire, that you are part of our little family, and I can’t imagine what our lives woulda been like without you.  Can’t wait to see how you change over the next 6 months.  Happy half-way-to-a-year-aversary, sweetheart.