Tomorrow Otis turns one half year old. I cannot believe he started as a wee peanut, scaring the crap out of me by coming so early, and now he's this giggling little cherub.
His last doctor's appointment he was 13lbs 4oz, on the small side even if you go by the scale he'd be on if he were born on his due date. Oh well, Ingrid was always small too. He's catching up though. Little mister went on a nursing strike and scared me that he was going to stop nursing but luckily we've made it through. He is teething like a mad man but no teeth in sight yet. We just supplement with bottles when he gets so fussy he won't nurse. It seems to be working fine.
Today we had a little photo shoot. Ingrid couldn't understand why I wasn't taking pictures of her! She was seriously perplexed "Mama, I'm right here! Take a picture of me!"