Hello .5 year old! (a little late)
Briggsy. I love you.
Your life has changed big time this month.
You no longer have your momma all up in your grill all day long. Which I hate, but you don't seem to mind all too much.
You are so handsome. I love your personality that is starting to sprout. I sense some frustration in your eyeballs when you don't get what you want. I'm sorry bud, but drumsticks, my celly, laptop, shoes, grass shouldn't go in your mouth...no matter how bad you want to put them in there.
I love your nuzzles. When you are tired you dig your head into any ones shoulder. When you wake up in your crib (at 1am or 2am, 3 or 4am) you just love to talk, squeal, kick. You grunt, you are definitely a grunter. We no longer let you CIO. It just wasn't for us. I'm happier. You are happy. Nothings changed for your daddy. He still snores. all. night. long. Let's just say you aren't the amazing sleeper you used to be. I'm ok with it, it gives me more nuzzle time with you.
You have no teethies. Your diet now includes: sweet potatoes, squash, prunes, apples, carrots, mango, pretty much anything in the #1 food category for babies. You LOVE solids. You get pissed when I don't feed them to you fast enough...there goes your frustration again.
You love wearing hats. You have outgrown all your summer gear. Thank goodness cause (woot woot) fall is almost here my man.
Briggs, you found your pork and beans. And you love grabbin for it and trying to gentle pick it up...sorry buddy it's there to stay. You grab it ever so gently and once you got it you yank it up. Then you smile. So funny.
You my little lover boy love to jump. Jumpa-jumpa-jumpa in your bouncer.
I miss you and your sissy (still your fav person) when I'm at work. a lot. so much. freaking more than you'll every know.
Love you bubbas wubbas and am so glad you are my son.