you're 6 months old my darling boy!

and milestones like this require pictures...

lots of 'em.

i can't believe 6 months ago i was crying because i wasn't sure i could love this thing growing in my belly, making me feel sick and icky. but everyday he gets bigger (ok, maybe just taller) happier, and sweeter than the next. he never complains, he's very polite (as grandpa joe says), and he loves everyone. especially brunettes.

can you imagine a cuter little guy?
and he's mine all mine.

i love you my max.

i miss you hair...

you know the saying, blondes have more fun. it's a total lie.

sometimes i wish i had brown hair again. yea yea, most people didn't like me with brown hair. i don't care. i think it looked good. i know i'll never go brown again, but i can wish.

(--wishing wishing wishing wishing--)