Dear Barrett:
You are six months old. Six months! I can't believe it's already been half of a year. I look at tiny newborns and wonder where newborn Bear has gone.
You're learning so much new stuff every day. You can sit up now for quite some time - you only topple over when you reach for something far away. You can roll over both ways, though you don't really like to do so. The other day you started babbling consonants, too. I hope you'll say mama first!
Everywhere we go, I wrap you up and you catch people's eye, engaging them to smile and talk to you. You love it.
We've been doing lots of hikes, even in the cold weather. You don't mind one bit. Sometimes I'll put you on my back and we'll shovel snow together, you happily bobbing your head along with the shoveling. We'll walk around the block in weather that's too cold for Dad and Griffin, no problem. It's clear you love being outside, and it makes your nickname of Bear even more appropriate.
Your most favorite thing in the world is your brother. Griffin always makes you smile! There is nothing you like to do more than to watch him doing whatever it is he's up to - eating, playing, reading. Nothing entertains you more than watching your big brother.
Barrett, you are such a happy baby. I love everything about you, from your single dimple to your disposition to those adorable rolls on your thighs. I'm so thankful for you every single day.
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