Half a year has gone by since this little man slid out of my belly.
(OK, actually he was pulled out of my uterus after it was sliced open, but let’s not get technical…)
Not quite the 6 months I was expecting, but the end result is still a dashing little man nonetheless.
To celebrate we went out on the town, and walked around stroller free for the first time!
(on the town = exchanged size 2 diapers for size 3 diapers at Target…. someone’s getting too big for his britches!)
“Gasp! YOU GUYS FORGOT MY CARRIAGE! and I think daddy is falling asleep…”
Calvin chilled in his bumbo while Nate and I hung pictures in the bathroom…
“You guys hung that shelf crooked….”
And we went for a Sunday afternoon car ride, which ended with Calvin’s oxygen tank running out and us realizing we didn’t have a backup….
HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY, HAVE FUN TRYING TO BREATHE!
Calvin celebrating by making all sorts of new sounds that I don’t know how to spell and can’t video tape because our phones are too full of pictures and we have a hard time deleting.
Instead here is a picture that moves and I have NO IDEA how this happened….
Calvin = Harry Potter?
The last 6 months have been ridiculously exciting.
Please can you be a little more boring in the next 6 months?
I promise I will love you just as much.