176 days & counting

baby boy turned 6 months old this week - i guess that means that i am half way through this year of living differently... he's eating solids (if you can call strained pears & rice cereal solid), he's sitting up (for some minutes at a time), he is well on his way to crawling (still)... i, on the other hand, have lost a good portion of my brain cells (i'm not convinced they will return), and still feel like i could snap in the middle @ any time (where o where have my core muscles gone)?

i'm so lucky to be able to share these days with baby boy's dad (thanks the affect of the economic crisis on local real estate) - we take daily outings, we thrive on new developments, we enjoy every laugh, coo, giggle and squeal. as much as i love my job - i think we should start the weaning process now (i'm sure baby boy will do ok without me - i'm not sure how i will do without him).