He's half a year old!

Here's my cheeky little boy...

we had a little bit of a photo shoot to commemorate him turning six months old.

It didn't go so well, he wouldn't play nice...this is the best...

oh well!! that is the story of our lives at the moment.

At six months he is:

sitting up unassisted and rarely falling

reaching forward to get onto his tummy...and then protesting very loudly that he can't move any further

grabbing everything within reach and putting it in his mouth (including my toes)

biting the boob that feeds him (no teeth yet though)

a very very happy little soul...lots of giggles and smiles

a big mummy sook

trying to climb me

eating solids like a machine

sleeping in our bed, or should that be keeping us awake in our bed

waking lots and lots during the night

dropping back to two daytime sleeps

drooling less

"talking" very loudly and alot

putting his arms out for me (and sometimes others)

sitting up in a supermarket trolley (usually loves this)

still being swaddled

showing intense excitement at new toys and familiar people

loving to pat the cats (even the mean one)

weighing seven and a half kilos

and is 66cm long

Gorgeous boy...so much like Miss C...looks and temperament...and sleeping trouble...oh no!!! we are in for some interesting times.

It doesn't last forever though...

Enjoying my last baby while he is still a baby...

LOVE him.