Six Months

It's hard to believe that Stuart is six months old already.

I took him in for his six month check up on Monday, and he's still on the high end in terms of height (90th percentile) and average in terms of his weight (50th percentile).

He's well into baby food, sitting up on his own and is just a smidge away from crawling. He can even recognize a pacifier and put it in his own mouth himself (read as "Hallelujah!"). We realized the other day that at this point in the game, he's over half way done with bottles too.

It's funny the sentiment all of this brings about. While we get excited and proud about every new thing he does, it feels somewhat bittersweet, perhaps because we know he will be the last baby we will raise. We're so fortunate to have such a sweet and happy little guy and we all just love him to pieces. I just wish we could press some kind of brake on time that would allow us to slow things down a bit. Time is flying way too fast.