So Ethan is 6 months old now, and its hard to believe. He weighs just over 17 lbs and is 28 1/4 inches long. He officially has 2 teeth now and eats 3 "solid" meals a day in his highchair. And, while I don't think he is anywhere near being able to sit up on his own, he sure is trying hard to learn to crawl and will pull his knees up under him and push himself forward. He is a very smiley baby and good-natured especially for someone to whom I always seem to be saying, "Hang on a minute E, Mommy is coming!"
It occured to me today as I was watching the pediatrician give Ethan his 6 month check-up that the past 6 months have absolutely flown by and are really a blur. The blur is due in part to a lack of sleep (he still doesn't sleep through the night consistently) and in part to being busy with his sisters. But, another part is knowing that he is my last baby. I can remember that with Avery, I was so anxious for every milestone. I wanted so badly for her to have her first tooth, to eat solid foods, to learn to crawl, etc. But now, things are different. I am furious with Ethan for already having 2 teeth at only 6 months old! I want him to stay a baby for as long as possible. I know from experience that the next 6 months will only bring more change and with every milestone he will become a little less of a baby. But as a mom, I have learned that there are some things I just can't control. So, for now, I will cover his bald little head with kisses, enjoy his sweet baby laugh, and marvel at how quickly he is growing up.
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