Langston turned 6 months old last week.
He sits up.
He has 5 teeth.
He’s aaaaaalllmost ready to crawl.
He’s showing interest in food.
He plays with toys.
He laughs at his brothers.
He pulls the small hairs out of the back of my neck.
He claws my face with his razor sharp nails.
He eats my pony tail.
He sticks his fingers in my eyes and up my nose.
He bites my back when I wear him.
We have entered the painful stage of babyhood.
We don’t talk about this stage because we like to focus on how cute they are and they are really actively loving you back. He just wants to love and be loved, and feel how squishy your eyeball is. He wants to play and cuddle and laugh at what you do when he bites your arm. He wants your attention and your hair.
This is the stage where I get a little “touched out” by the end of the day. My hair is always up in top knot and even then it’s not safe.
I love this stage… I think. I’ll miss it… I think.
In the meantime, I’ll take lots of pictures because he’s pretty adorable.