Oh My God.
It seems like just yesterday I was in the hospital. Waiting for him to arrive. Then brining him home. Going to Puerto Rico. And he still wasn't even a month old!
My baby's growing up too fast. I don't like it. I look at him and look at the smiles he has. And the things he can do. He is eating food, sitting up, laughing out loud!
I miss just staring at him while he would sleep. He would sleep so hard that no matter what you did he wouldn't even wake up. Even when I wanted him up. And I would try everything too. Poking him, saying his name, or tickling him. I even tried using a wet wash cloth on his face and body to try and wake him up. But he just laid there.
Now he has such a personality, I don't even know what to do. I can take a toy away and he'll actually get mad. He knows it was his toy and that I took it.
He also knows when Rob or I are home. He sits with me and then as soon as he hears his dad's keys, he looks at the door and then stares at Rob until he says 'Hello' and then Elijah just smiles and laughs. He loves his daddy! It even sounds like he's starting to say mama or dada when we're around. It's so amazing.
I love Eli so much but I'm sad. I feel like these 6 months have gone by so fast. I feel like, somehow, I've missed everything. They really mean it when they say you should cherish those first months. Because they learn so much so fast.
But at the same time,
I can't wait to see what he'll do next!
