our little lion

Went to the doctor yesterday for the six month check-up and all is well. Nothing to report other than the nurse referring to Aidan as the bravest baby of the day. He got five shots (no more for several months, thank GAWD) and only winced once. I didn't experience this first-hand because, wimp that I am, I can't stand to watch. So I turn the task over to Simon. My mom thinks I should do it eventually -- and she's right -- but until I have to, I won't. According to the nurses, this is a common weakness among new mothers.

I already feel like he's growing up so fast: he's "talking" (it's babel and it's freakin' cute), turning over, propping himself up, grabing for anything we're holding, and he's developed this very coy smile when others stare at him. It's as if to say "aw, shucks, you really think I'm the cutest baby you've ever seen?"

Hard to believe that he's already been around for half a year.