6 Month Pix

Because you couldn't possibly be happy unless you saw actual half-birthday photos.

Month 6

Dear Corbin,

Happy Half Birthday! You are now six months old. You are playing on the floor next to me while I type this, and you are staring at Arrow with a big grin on your face, and trying your hardest to figure out how to crawl over to him. You get up on your hands and knees, and then you rock back and forth because you haven’t quite gotten the notion that your hands have to move before the rest of you will move. I know that once you’re truly mobile our lives will become a constant game of chase the baby, but you obviously want it so badly that I can’t help wanting it for you. Hopefully you’ll use your powers for good and not for evil.

It was a busy month for us. Your grandparents Lam moved into their apartment down the street, so they’re no longer living in the camper in the garage. That’s much nicer for everyone: they’re more comfortable, we get to park in the garage again, and your father has immediately started building his next pair of speakers.

We drove down to Indianapolis to visit your relatives Thorne. It was a whirlwind trip of new places and new people for you, which you got tired of about halfway through. By the time Friday morning rolled around and you were supposed to be making a good impression on your Uncle Alex and Lena, Fussy Corbin had taken over your body and you simply cried the whole time. If you never have any cousins on the Lam side, it’s your own fault, kiddo.

Your grandparents Thorne were very happy to see you, as were Uncle Scott and Aunt Erin. Your cousin Charlotte showed her love by trying to poke you in the eye. You repaid the favor by enjoying her Exersaucer and making her jealous. Unfortunately, she had the last laugh, since she sent both you and I home with colds.

You managed to sleep well that Friday night and Saturday morning, so you were in a fine mood when we visited Jesse at UIUC. You got your first lesson in microbiology and your first look at a campus bar. Then for the next 10 hours of driving, you expressed in various ways your hatred of your car seat. Luckily that’s passed a little bit, but you’re still more likely to cry than not when you have to be in it.

You’ve gotten quite good at eating rice cereal, and you’d be just as good at eating apples and pears if the taste weren’t still so foreign. We had visions of you loving the fruit, like we’ve seen other kids, but so far not so much. You’ve definitely grown this month, though. Your father put you on the scale at the grocery store, and you weighed 16 pounds. If you had been coffee, you would have cost almost $150.

As it is, you’ll just have to be content being our priceless little boy. Don’t forget to remind me that I said that the next time you want something expensive.

Love,

Mom