Six Months!

I can't believe it.  My little guy is half a year old.  Well, half a year and 4 days.  I think it's kind of fun that his half birfday is on Cinco de Mayo.  We'll celebrate next year when we're not all snot-faced and sicky pants.

Little man wasn't in a "photo-shoot" mood today which I would say is understandable since he doesn't feel well, but if you saw this happy little guy you wouldn't believe he wasn't feeling well.  He's such a good baby.  Nevertheless he did NOT want to appease his momma for his six month chair pic.  So here's what I got ...

{"Woman.  Are you crazy?  Don't you know that I've been sick?  I'm not in the mood for giggles today."}

{"Didn't you hear what I said?  You're NOT going to crack me."}

{"Seriously, I'm getting annoyed.  I'm going to stare at the fan."}

{"Actually, I think I'm going to throw a fit.  Yep, I'm in perfect fit throwing stance."}

{"I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ANY MORE PICTURES!!!"}

{"Oh look at that, there's those toe things again ..."}

{"HEY!  I was chewing on those!  Why'd you pick me up!?!"}

{"Fine.  You take away my toes?  I'm going to act aloof."}

{"I will NOT smile at that goofy voice you're making or the silly faces you're doing."}

{"Seriously, you're starting to embarass yourself."}

{"The toes!  I found the toes!"}

{"I always knew I would prevail over my foes the toes."}

{"Come 'mere, nom nom nom."}

{"DRAT!  They got away again."}

{"Alright, fine.  But just a smirk.  A smirk is all you get."}

Happy six months love of my life!  I am SO blessed to be your mommy!