Max - 6 Months

Dear Max,

It has been 6 months since you came into our lives and I love you so incredibly much. It's weird though, because in some ways it feels like we just brought you home from the hospital, but in others it is hard for me to even remember life without you.

And even though we have already watched Bo & Sam experience all the firsts of babyhood, each one is just as special and sweet this time around with you. There may be less pictures and less in your baby book to prove it but that is not indicative of anything more than how crazy life with three boys under the age of four is.
You are now rolling all over the place but only to your right so I often have to peel you away from walls, table legs or bed posts. You are also sitting up now like a pro and eating rice cereal (but not very rigorously). You even started holding your own bottle a few days ago during feedings. You have an incredible sense of patience and are a very content, happy baby with the most infectious smile ever. When I look at you I see "family". It's an odd feeling really. One hard to describe. One I haven't felt before. But its a sort of wholesomeness or feeling of completeness. One that makes me smile and also cry. A feeling so deeply rooted that the mere thought of loosing it freaks me out beyond words but the prospect of holding on to it fills me with overwhelming warmth. More simply put, you are our last and with you we are five but with you we are one (it may sound cheesey, but I'm your mother and I'm allowed to be cheesey).

With that said, I am incredibly excited for the future and to watch you and your brothers explore the world together. If you are anything like Bo & Sam (or your dad for that matter), it should be an exhilarating ride.

Happy 6 months to you, Maxy, I love you.

Love, Mom