My last little guy turned 6 months old today.  It’s definitely a bittersweet time.  He is a really happy baby.  He’s gaining weight and rolling all over the place.  He’s gotten his 2 bottom teeth.  He loves watching his older siblings and they dote on him.  Foster feels pretty comfortable carrying him around and Katie will hold him if she’s sitting. Theodore and Parker try their best to make him laugh by making funny faces and jumping around him.  I feel so blessed that he’s healthy and growing normally.  He is still nursing well, so for now, I won’t even think about the time when that might end.