Six Months!

On August 19, 2011, there came ten fingers, ten toes, a head full of hair, his father's ears, and his mother's eyes.

My little love burrito.

I don't remember when his first smile was, but I love seeing them every day.
I don't remember when he first started laughing, but hearing that sound is my obsession.
I don't remember life before him, but I know that all is right in the world now that he's here.

He loves crinkly things and chewing on his giraffe.

He is a wily con artist, this one.

I worry that, once he learns how to walk, I will never be able to catch him again.

Hank turned six months old today! Happy half-birthday, Poop. Mama loves you.