Our baby is six months old. Half a year. Two thirds of the time he lived inside me. Still so tiny, but when I go through his newborn photos I am amazed at how much he has grown. Cheeky and fun, he spends his days in the babyhood bliss, playing happily with his little mountain of toys, joining me for neighbourhood strolls, sleeping like a log, or just screaming because he is a baby and he is allowed to and he is teething. He has a thousand facial expressions ranging from hilarious to totally heart-melting and everything in between. And he likes to watch the world (I am absolutely sure he gets it from me). The waves, the birds, the sky, the boats, the cars going past. He smiles at everyone, and is generally a super entertaining person to be around.
And here are some pictures from the last few weeks:
Another talent is the ability to blow the most spectacular bubbles:
Just sitting there and watching the world go by:
No fear of heights:
When I see this face I don’t care if it’s too early or if he has not slept enough:
My little yoga buddy:
Just being adorable and totally knowing it:
That look…
First time sitting unsupported all by himself. He toppled over in no time, but it was quite a milestone still:
He can effortlessly pull off questionable fashion choices:
But those sneakers are totally cool. Thanks Aunty K!
When I see this expression my heart melts into a little puddle:
Of course I had to get this onesie:
Dipping toes in the warm sand for the first time. Obviously enjoying it:
Can’t say so about the cold water:
His first day trip. Even managed a nap under our favourite jacaranda tree in our favourite picnic spot:
My recent favourite picture:
And this one too. Little dreamer:
The facial expressions I was talking about:
We started solids! Endless fun for the whole family:
Dapper:
Our sweet, sweet boy, you are our rainbows and sunshine and the whole wide world:
