Dear Sawyer

Yesterday marked six months from the day you were born. The day we first met. Face to face.

I was scared. I couldn't wait to meet you but I wasn't too happy about the way it was going to happen. But it went smoothly. I went into the operating room at 7:30 and you appeared at 7:47. My little jumbo jet. When you weighed it at almost 9 lbs 12 oz, I nearly fell out of bed. Thank goodness you were a week early. I was so curious to see what you looked like. Would you be a mini-Finn? The resemblances are there for sure. But you are your own little man.


You may just be the world's happiest baby. Hardly ever do you cry. Even yesterday at your doctor's appointment, you got two shots and cried for all of 4 seconds. Not an exaggeration. You smile and coo and giggle the way the rest of us breathe. I want to spend some time in your brain.


You are a fantastic snuggler. You would be happy to be held 24/7.


You love your big brother. Your eyes light up when he is doing something interesting like banging his toy hammer on his workbench. Or jumping off of the chair onto a pile of pillows.


You want to eat food, the real stuff. You are not impressed with oatmeal cereal and sweet potatoes.


You've taken to sucking on your middle and ring finger when the pacifier falls out of reach. Occassionally the thumb gets in there, but mostly just those two fingers.


You like to stand. And you are so tall. 28 1/4". 90th percentile.


You are a good sleeper. And a good eater.


You hardly complain.


You are such a good baby. Really. I'm a little scared about what I'm in for down the road.


Your Auntie Kym told me not to worry, that I would have plenty of love for both you and your brother. And I thought, duh, I've course I will love them both. But I had no idea what a whallup it would pack. To fall in love again.


I love you little man. Happy 1/2 year birthday.