I’ve been waiting to use that title.
Connor’s six months old today and you know what that means: shots. Poor guy, he just thinks I’m picking him up early from the sitter cuz I love and miss him so much. The first rounds of shots were hard on him and me, but I think today’s are going to be especially rough for me because he’s such a little person now, and I hate to see him hurting.
Before people went poking him with needles, he had lots of fun rolling around on the floor. He’s a pro at going from back to tummy to back and can scootch himself around to where he wants to go pretty well. I don’t think we’ll have long to wait until he’s crawling.
His life’ll be improved once he realizes he can remove stuff from his face. In the meantime, he has a mom who’s happy to rescue him from face-eating bibs. (Don’t mind the cupcake, that was the afternoon I was making Vickie’s birthday treats.)
He’s trying to make his getaway from the mat.
We got him to lay on his back for a few beats, but getting to hold still is asking too much.
I’ll be back next week with his official six-month post once we get him measured at the doctor and I get his pictures taken.
TGIF and have a great weekend!