Brothers

The thing that brings me the most joy these days:

If at first...

Last week, I took Calvin ice skating for the first time. He was really, really excited, but as he got his skates on and attempted to walk to the rink, I was doubting my judgement. He couldn't even walk with them on. I thought "I am a little overanxious; he is too little to be doing this."

We grabbed a little walker for him to skate with, but he'd fall ever 5 seconds even with that, so we'd hold on to him as we went around the rink. After the 20th or so fall, I asked if he wanted to take a break. "No! I'm skating!" He said excitedly and he continued to attempt this new activity. After 15 minutes and dozens of more falls, he was getting better. Pretty soon, he was refusing to let me touch him as he'd zoom around the ice with his little walker. His falls were fewer and fewer and he was beaming with delight.

I just think little children are so inspiring. There was no fear and no doubt that he could learn this completely foreign skill. No fall got him discouraged. He giggled and enjoyed himself the whole time and was then truly satisfied with his accomplishment. It was amazing. I hope that I can be a little more like him. Here are some snippets from his journey:

 

And then here is Linus- the loudest sleeping baby I know.

Half a year!

He still has pretty blue eyes!

 Well, I cannot believe that my little guy is already 6 months old. Time really does fly. And although I am still losing sleep, this guy is just such a joy to have around.

He is big enough to fit in one of my favorite baby outfits! (from Sam)

Here are some stats!
Height: 25 inches (5-10%)
Weight: 15 lbs 8.5 oz (10-25%)
Head: 42.4 cm (10-25%)

He is almost the exact same size that Calvin was at 6 months! Linus is a bit shorter though, which results in some pretty thick thighs.

It has been so different to have this guy as a baby as compared with Calvin. Calvin reached milestones so early, whereas Linus is just happy to observe for a long time before attempting anything. He can roll on to his tummy with ease, but he still thinks he can't get to his back by himself. For a month now, he's been yelling for help once he gets to his tummy. Who knows when he'll figure out that he doesn't need to wait for my help. He can sit up on his own for a short period of time and will scoot around on his tummy to play with things. He prefers to spend the day kissing and cuddling and watching the pratfalls and slapstick comedy stylings of his brother.