6 months.

Warner must have sensed that his 6 month mark was approaching today and was as sad about it as I was, so he decided to throw himself back to the newborn waking hours last night and cried. for. 2 hrs. straight. I kid you not. He woke up at 2am and screamed until 4:30am. I mean, that was 50 times worse than he ever was as a newborn. At the very very very last straw I came out yelling to Jared, who had left me to go sleep on the couch, "THIS IS INSANE!" with stern arm motions and grabbing the roots of my hair so I could dramatically express how incredibly delirious and exhausted I was, as if he wasn't too or something. Luckily, I kinda forgave the little guy this morning, bought him some teething tablets, hoping that is the explanation for last night, and am back to sulking that he is now on the latter end of his first year.

I've said it before and I'll say it again - there really isn't a better baby than Warner. I know, isn't what I just wrote above total proof that he's kinda not the best? That was a fluke, in all honesty. The kid is dynamite. And those big dumbo ears of his that stick out a good half inch from his head? Yeah, love those things. They're his signature feature :) We sure love you, Ner-ner!