Six Months

This was my pathetic attempt to get six month pictures of Douglass Charles. I should have known it wouldn't work. He didn't get his morning nap, we had just come home from the doctor, and Charlotte was literally climbing all over me as I tried to get a good shot. Honestly, this one was the best one I could get.

I can't believe my little baby is six months old (honestly, he will be seven months next Friday - see what happens the second time around). He is sitting up well now and I know is about to crawl. He just has to figure out how to move those arms and legs. He can get up on all fours. It is just a matter of time before he figures it out.

Douglass Charles is still my needy child. He LOVES his mommy and poor Doug - I can tell - is frantic that I am going to ruin the boy. I keep reminding him that he is a baby and that when he is two we can start working a little on the tough guy stuff. Man, does he have a temper. You would think my red-head would take the cake. She is nothing. This child will scream like someone is pulling his fingernails out if he doesn't get what he wants right when he wants it and he can do this for over 30 minutes (because I have gotten to hear him in the car). Regardless of his temper, he is a sweet child and has a sweet spirit. He loves to be touched and most of the time is just happy if you will just sit there and hold his little hands.

I do ponder what we have ahead of us with him. The temper scares me and his sensitivity makes me realize that he is fragile. Discipline will be challenging and while he will have to "toughen up," I certainly don't want to break his little spirit. It amazes me how different children truly are from one another - gender and all.

So... we are thankful for our six (almost seven) month old and look forward to what the next six months bring us.