Eric turned six months old today. He is so wonderful.
He is so happy and sweet. Everybody loves him. The kids coo to him all day. "Awh, little Buster Boy, little Bus Bus, baby Eric." Mason and Brielle and Ava are so good with him and sweet to him. It has been so satisfying to watch them be gentle (as gentle as they know how) with him. Mason is always trying to find ways to make him laugh. Brielle is a little mother and wants to cuddle and love on him. Ava is always trying to wrestle him or get in his face and sing and talk. I love it all.
He is just starting to sit up, but he hasn't quite mastered it yet. Every time I pick him up he reaches up, grabs a fist full of hair, and sticks it in his mouth. Every time. He is obsessed with pulling hair. And actually, everything goes in his mouth. I know that is normal for all babies, but he takes it to a new level. He loves to cuddle and he always looks at me and smiles and then presses his forehead to mine. Melts me every time.
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