Better Late Than Never

I can't believe Jack is almost six months old. How time flies when you are sleep deprived, covered in spit up and breast milk (still nursing every two hours) and enamored with a new little baby. He's already hit so many milestones -- holding his head up, rolling over, sitting up, reaching to be held, first solid foods, and as of last week, his first tooth broke through. But in the midst of keeping him alive, I forgot to write down the dates of any of these momentous events.

So motivated by a friend who daily blogs all her children's funny commentary, I decided to blog the rest of Jack's first year and document what's left of his firsts -- we still have DaDa and MaMa (I've heard a repetitive m sound, but not quite the real thing), crawling and maybe even walking, plus whatever else he figures out. And if I'm really good, I will post a picture along with it to some day have it printed into a book (stealing Leslie's great idea) for Jack to keep.

It's also a way for me to not forget the little things I want to cherish, like the way he watches cartoons in the bed when he first wakes up, holding his feet and calmly laying still on the pillow, which is a rare moment in the day (calmly being the rare part).

So if you are reading this in the future some day, Jack, Mommy loves you so much. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Now I'm imagining him all grown up and wiping tears... OK, that's enough for one day.