Binja:

HOLY CRAP.  Six months?  Seriously?!  Where did the time go?

Let’s recap.  This is when you came home:

And now, SIX MONTHS LATER:

I KNOW, RIGHT?!  When did you get so damn big?!

I’m not gonna lie, little Binja.. there were many times this past month when it was very hard to like you.  I loved you nonstop, don’t get me wrong, but you went through several growth spurts and a nasty sinus infection that made you not so likeable.  Oh, sure, you’d put on that fliratious grin whenever the ladies were around, but the minute it was just us, BOOM! the angry Binja would surface.

Of course, this last week, you’ve been back to your jovial self and I remembered why I pushed you out of my nu-nu.

I know that this month hasn’t been easy on you, either.  Your mom has been hella stressed, with a new job and a new house thrown at her in a two week time frame.  As always, you were as laid back as you could be. (Except when you were Satanic Binja.  Which was often.  Have I mentioned that yet?)

 You also slept a lot this month.  I know that sounds like a stupid thing to say, but dude, seriously.  I have about a dozen pictures that all look like this:

And I thought it was just me, that I was so boring to you that you found the alternative of sleep so irrestible, but then daycare handed me a picture of you sleeping.. while standing up in your freaking exersaucer.  I don’t think it’s a regular occurance, Binja, that they take pictures of the children.  They made a special exception for you.  Because you are special.  Slacker baby.

This month has been very cool in one aspect: your mind is going ninety-to-nothing.  I can ALWAYS see wheels turning in your head, as you struggle to master things that I take advantage of daily.  Lately, your unfulfilled conquest is putting your pacifier successfully in your mouth.  8 out of 10 times, you don’t make it, but that one time?  OH, so worth it.

For all my whining, child, understand that I love you more than my luggage.  Every morning, when I give your first bottle and you’ll lean into me and cuddle under my chin.. man, that’s better than crack. (I hear.) And your overwhelming happiness spreads to everyone around you, so please don’t let me drown your spirit.  You are, by far, the single most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I feel so incredibly blessed to have you.

Even when you’re being horrible.