Ben turned six months old back in December... and I was thrilled and shocked by the milestone. How could I possibly ALREADY have a six-month-old? I remember when he was six days old, and I was fondly reminiscing what he was like as a two-day-old.
In fact, I remember Ben's sixth day vividly. Noah and I went out -- first to the maternity store near us in Lincoln Square where we bought Ben some orange "baby legs" and my boss called to congratulate me on the baby. I ecstatically told her that we were actually out. Ben also ate lunch out for the first time that day, at Suvan's, a sandwich shop near another baby store. That's where we now eat after our mom and baby Zumba class on Fridays. This Friday, the waitress was totally flirting with Ben, who now sits in a high chair and drops his toys on the floor while I eat. Then, Victor came out of the kitchen and picked Ben up out of his high chair and helped him "walk" around in the restaurant. (Maybe they're a little too baby friendly at Suvan's...)
Back to six months. I was excited. We had photos taken. Twice. I was going to blog. And, then, all of a sudden, before I knew what happened, he was seven months old. And I turned 33 (which I still can't believe).
So, I owe some photos. And, some explanation of what we've been up to since Thanksgiving.
Here's a start... Some six month photos taken by Noah's colleague Yousef, who very generously spent a Saturday afternoon with us in December. Ben was a rockstar, posing and posing and posing.
That's a quick taste for now. More to come. I have to go run after my now-highly-mobile seven-and-a-half-month-old, who just downed two tablespoons of pureed pears (yay, Ben!) and is calling for some lovin'.
~Anne
