Owen had his first half birthday today. Six months. Someone needs to just stop time for a day or two so I can just breathe my kids in. So I can feel like I'm not missing anything, which is how most days feel.
In the past month, Owen has gotten two teeth, is sitting up on his own, has started eating solid food, has developed a temper, continues to be madly in love with his sister, rolls over sporadically, laughs freely and continues to be an easy baby who makes everyone around him smile. In other words, he's perfect.