monthly noah: fifteen...LONG

a little more on O-N-E

WARNING: This post has a lot going on. 

weekly noah: thirty-two

weekly noah: thirty-one

weekly noah: twenty-six

My son, you are six months old.  You can sit up and crawl.  You can roll in any direction.  You can smile and babble.  You can hug and kiss.  You can grab and pull out chunks of my hair.  You can play.  You can sleep in your crib.  You can sort of drink from a sippy cup.  You can throw tantrums.  And You can melt my heart.  

The best is yet to come little one!