Letter to Baby

Dear Luke,

You are now officially a half year old!  A whopping six months!  Where does the time go?  I'm not sure, but I wish it would slow down a little.

These past six months have brought you from a measly 4 pounds 10.5 ounces to (at last check) 12 pounds 13 ounces.  From a premature baby not even on the charts to finally creeping up the charts.  From eating every 3 hours to, ummmm....well, eating every 3 hours.  Except at night.  You're sleeping through the night right now.

You talk like crazy, suck on your thumb, smile, laugh, and play.  You are rolling over from your tummy to your back now, which makes me so happy, except now I can't put you on the bed and get ready.  I'm constantly toting the bouncer back and forth in the mornings.  What am I going to do when you start crawling?  Do they make baby duct tape?

You are so bright eyed and such a flirt.  You love watching Grant and Jude.  They're the best thing since sliced bread as far as you're concerned.  We love living close to our family and so glad they get to take part in raising you.  We hope you know how loved you are.

We love you.
Happy half a year old!
Mom and Dad