I must have blinked, that's how these things go now a days, you blink and poof, the world changes. Our sweet baby Ben turned 6 months yesterday and I can't remember a better season of our lives. Sure we are sleepy, we are borderline antisocial, we are juggling more things than any two people ought to, and the idea of doing something for ourselves is laughable…but we are happy, we are thriving and we are living a life we will no doubt miss in the years to come.

Ben at 6 months… obsessed with his brother (the feeling is mutual as you can see) - loves to cuddle - is a total piggy pie and has yet to turn any of my pureed foods down - takes a hard knock with a smile ( brother forgets we are a baby sometimes, " here Beans, catch!" ) - smiles, smiles, smiles - sitting up almost entirely without help - has mastered his bum up and pile drives his face into the ground in an effort to move - calls for "mama" if he is crying or sleepy - would watch Henry all day, non stop, if he could - his favorite toy is a book about love, naturally.

I find myself thinking, the days are long, but the years are short, all the time. Nothing could be more true.