MDG at 1/2

Half a year!  Not for the first time this year I'm wondering where in the world the time went.  It just goes past.

Little Mister had his 6-month checkup this week and he's doing just great.  He's finally dropped out of the 100% for height, but he's getting so nice and chubbsy with his knee rolls and all.  He still has this little darkish triangular type mark thing on his hand, which the doc last time thought was due to contact with limes and sunlight, but it hasn't faded or changed, so it could just be a later-blooming birthmark.  He's still happy and smiley and laughy and spends his days rolling all over the place.  It's so funny to leave him on his blanket and then come back just a few seconds later and find him gnawing on some toy all the way across the room (or Christmas tree ornaments, eep).  He's definitely our holliest jolliest baby at this age and though he has his moments -- it's only fair, everyone gets hangry sometimes, and I myself can be pretty cranky when I'm tired -- but mostly he just looks around and checks everything out and laughs easily.  He's just starting on solids, sits up pretty well, sleeps mostly regularly and is overall a delight.

He's always glad to see me but he likes Mommy best (rightly so).

Parallel MDGs at Thanksgiving

First visit to the zoo!  It was cold but he had a good time.

Evidently!  (THOSE EYES.)

I mean, right??

Hanging at the adults ONLY ward Christmas party.  C'mon, son!  (Put intended.)

6 months!

Let's try some solid foods, boy!

Not sure what to think... he ended up eat some sweet potatoes and more or less enjoying the new sensations.

Half a cake for half a year!  He didn't get to eat any but we all sure did.  (Julie was determined his six-month cake wouldn't be neglected just because he's the third child.)

And now he's all set for his first-ever Christmas on the outside.  He's a good boy and we're all so happy he's ours.

2! (and 36)

Quick, before it's April!!!  Oh wait... Before it's Easter, then?

We had our Smoochface's big #2 birthday a few weeks ago (and her checkup just last week -- all well and healthy, though she was no fan of being laid down on the examination table... being examined in our arms was no problem) and we're only just starting to realize we can't really call her Baby anymore, though of course we still do.  She's sweet and funny and chatty and really active (her jumping!  Hahaha) and she loves being outside and eating what and how much she's in the mood for, she's sleeping great and happily when it's time.  We had a bit of a recent false start with potty training, but she's definitely on schedule to be ahead of Big Brother when it comes down to it.  She loves Nursery and Foxy and books, and she would gladly sit in the little swing on the playset for hours and hours on a nice spring day.  She can be quite vocal about letting everyone know when she's upset about something, but she takes a few minutes of quiet time and cools down and all is smiles and sunshine.

Pictures!

Blurry but still cute.  She loves her mommy (but she loves me too).

They love to toy store so much.

Always always loving books. 

Introducing Bear to bear.

Free Zoo Day is the best, but that poncho is even more best.

She was really into the lion statue.

Her first real visit to the movies!  She walked up and down the stairs a bit but she was quiet and squealed with glee every time one of the very recognized songs started.

After a year of listening, meeting The Girl at last

She might not have been a big fan of the cake this year but we sure were.

 Oh my, she's such a scrumptious smooch.  Lately I've been wondering if she'll end up being our only girl for some reason or other, but if she does, she's a good one.

 Oh, and this happened too:

Work is so nice about celebrating birthdays.

This is so fun.  I died of dysentery on my second turn.  So, you know, just like the real game.

Amazing cake, anxiety-ridden movie experience, new running gear. 

I turned 36.  *confetti*