6 months.

The woes of being a third child! The little guy turned 6-months a week ago today and I didn't even acknowledge it. I was aware of the milestone, mind you, but compared the half-year-birthday party we threw for my oldest, it was hardly recognized.

I laid down next to my little guy this morning and squeezed his ticklish thighs. He squealed and laughed in delight. He rolled over, his nose touching my nose. We stared at each other smiling for a moment until he grabbed my hair and pulled me in for a big, open mouthed, slobbery kiss on the nose. He belly laughed over that one. Oh, that kid is a charmer. He has his mommy wrapped around his pudgy little fingers and his curly toes. His sparkley, wide eyes draw me right in. He is one that can demand my complete attention...and get it. I'm there for this little sweetie. When he wants me, he gets me. And I'm happy about it. I wish I could freeze him at 6-months. 

Six years ago, I had no idea what a change and new dynamic these little personalities would bring to our family. Clueless that my heart could love three this much. I am completely enamored with my children. Each one came from heaven with their own silly/sweet/independent personalities. Each one made our home feel more complete and whole.

Yesterday, as I squeezed my baby's chub, I said, "You are so cute..." My 5-year-old finished my sentance, "...that you can barely stand it?" I must say that a lot. But it is true! Sometimes I feel like I can barely stand it. My heart is so full. I love my children so much it almost hurts.

Being a mom...it is the best. Really, truly.