Six Months Old

Yesterday Jackson turned six months old. It's unbelievable. Six months ago he could lay with his head in Jason's palm and his body would fit on Jason's forearm and a 12 inch cold cut combo from Subway was heavier than him. Six months ago he couldn't lift his head, turn his head, lift his legs...he couldn't do anything besides eat, pee, poop, cry and sleep. He ate two ounces every three hours. He needed us to help him fall asleep in his crib. He couldn't see more than 10 inches away but when he looked at us it was the best thing ever.

Today? He weighs like 20 pounds and is probably 27 inches long. He can lift up his whole upper body with his arms and crane his neck to get a look at whoever just walked into the room. He can roll over anyway he wants and basically pull himself all across the floor. He tries to get on his hands and knees but hasn't quite figured out how. He can make dinosaur sounds. He can smile and laugh and flirt with every lady he sees (and does this by the way). He recognizes mom and dads voice from another room at day care. He holds hands at day care with his playmates while they drool all over the floor. We have to turn off the TV in the room when he eats because he gets distracted. When he has a super fun time he does a happy dance. When he's really happy and we are holding him, he gives us a shy hug and a squeal and its the best thing ever.

Today he had his first day in the next up classroom at day care and I got totally bajiggedy. My little man is growing up so fast and I'm glad I get to see as much of it as I do, but I can't help but be sad about what I'm missing.