His hair grew so fast I had to give him his first dorky haircut. Six months early.
Wow. That last one is a gem.
He's been to Disneyland three times in his short lil' life. Bet you can't say that about the average six month old.
(A rare sighting of the mom-cat)
He's seen it all.
He already has a really creepy-looking wax sculpture of himself.
Weirdest picture ever.
He glows in the light (I read him Twilight while he was in the womb...PSYCHE!)
He's already a ladykiller.
Here's the real deal:
He's six months. Measuring in totally average. No teeth. No amazing early baby development feats (he's not talking or walking yet, not even crawling a little early.) But he's perfect. And the doctor looked at me like I was a nutcase when I asked him about early signs of autism. So...that's good. It's all good.
