
Gosh life is moving so fast. I feel like I just can't keep up anymore. I remember the days of pedicures and magazines and evenings of highlights and cocktails.... now, if I can find the time to read one article out of a magazine I'm doing good and usually it's when August is in the bathtub and I look up and I see the magazine sitting on the backside of the toliet and I think the thought briefly passes through my head that I wanted to read an article in that magazine so I start to read it only to get distracted again by a splash of water. I'm enjoying these days so much, but gosh they sure are moving fast so freaking fast I can hardly catch my freaking breath.
Christmas came and went today and I by that I mean, I feel like I blinked and it was here and gone. I know he is only 5.5 month's old and he truly doesn't appreciate it, but geeze... I just expected a little bit of magic. It did snow a crap load, maybe that was the magic this year? Who the heck knows.

So, the little guy is grabbing stuff with his hands, eating oatmeal, cereal, 6 month foods and is typically eating an 8 oz bottle. The only thing that is concerning me is that he HATES the highchair or anytype of chair when he eats his food. For the life of me I can not figure this out. I just don't know why he hates it so much. He screams, he cries and he yells... So, he goes back to the doctor next month for his 6 month shots and of course we wil ask why and what we can do about this fear of the chair problem. Ugh.
We has some holiday pictures taken and I think they turned out pretty good. He's turned out to be a pretty photogenic little dude. The day we had these taken he wasn't feeling too great, but I still think they turned out pretty good. I think he will be getting tooth any day now... between the drool and the runny nose I'm guessing that's what is about to happen.
Merry Christmas!