This precious cinnamon roll hit six months in August. I dressed him and Ronan in matching Bonds onsies for extra cute factor and tried to get some photos before one or both of them started crying or fell off the bed {Seb ended up crying}. He’s crawling, trying out solids, slobbering on any toys he can get his hands on, and recently morphed into an angry, drooling, clingy koala who is determined to be held every minute of the day while simultaneously wanting to leap out of my arms and run off into the sunset with his big brothers. He LOVES those two – I try to get him back to sleep after morning feeds and the instant he hears the toddlers his eyes snap open like a frigging spotlight. He’s also rather fond of yanking out my hair by the handful and slobbering on my face. I think he might be over the worst of his growth spurt, as he’s finally starting to get back to his usual chilled-out self. Which means he’s only demanding I hold him 80% of the time. Breastfeeding is still going well though, which I’m happy with, as I had to stop feeding Ronan around this age when he stopped thriving. My goal is to get to 12 months, which I’ve never done before. That about wraps it up for an update on this chipmunk.

I’m not totally happy with these photos, but I’m still learning. Photographing babies is HARD.