Six months ago I gave birth to a giant baby, I became a mother of two.
Today he eats mashed food, he squirms around often making unhappy noises because he can’t crawl just yet, but wants to. He has slept through the night – and has stopped again. He is in size four diapers and he looks at me and smiles when I say “milk”. He thinks his sister is the best thing in the world – and her duplo the second best.
I can’t believe it. Six months. That’s half way through year 1. Six months – where did they go?