Stephanie snapped this shot of Max yesterday, and as I was browsing through my pictures later that night, I nearly fell out of my chair when I came to it. He looks so big! He doesn't even look like my Max. He looks like a big boy, ready to take on the world (with one hell of an attitude I might add). It almost makes me sad to look at it. Almost. It mostly makes me so happy and proud of my big boy. My 6-month-old boy, I might add.
And while he no longer fits in one arm or naps for hours on end, he does smile at his Daddy, cuddle with his Mama, play with the TV remote, sit and grab at his toys, roll over, play contently, eat rice cereal, belly laugh, and cry whenever we leave the room. And while the last one can be taxing, it's nice to know he loves us and just wants us around him. 'Cause I want him around me too, even though he is a big 6-month-old baby.
