6 Months!

Cooper Wyatt, you are 6 months old now! Holy Toledo, we can just hardly believe it! What's next? Eating solids? Pooping in the big boy potty? Footless pajamas? Kindergarten? Prom? Establishing your 401K?

Here's a little bit about you these days Mister Cooper:

Favorite Food: Bananas. And Chick-fil-a.

Favorite Sport: Pacifier Hurling

Favorite Time of Day: 4 o'clock. AM, not PM.

Favorite Color: Blue. We still get lost in those Baby Blue's of yours.

Favorite Way to Make a Mess: Blowing (what we ever so graciously call) "raspberries"... during dinner. But only when eating orange colored foods such as sweet potatoes or carrots.

I thought about framing my white shirt last week after you had a wave of inspiration and created an abstract canvas out of it.

Favorite Past time: Peek-a-boo. Anyone who walks into our house is likely to find Mommy or Daddy hiding behind something. A trash can. The island in the kitchen. A pillow. A blanket. A spatula. A piece of mail. Each other. You know, "PEEP EYE! PEEP EYE!"

Favorite Person: Your Daddy. He is a real life hero. You are beyond blessed to have him, and you already know it.
Favorite Body Part to Grab (on others): Noses. Or bottom lips.

Favorite Body Part to Grab (on yourself): Still remains, the wobbly bits. Sigh.

Favorite Song: This old man, he played one. Oh, and Applebottom jeans, but only while riding in Daddy's car.

Cooper, you are an absolute doll. We love you like crazy and are in constant awe of you. Looking back over the past 6 months, we are absolutely certain that God sent you to us as a reminder of His Grace. He knew what we were up against and knew the perfect remedy for it. He sent you, and for that, we are forever grateful.

If we were to look up "blessing" in Webster's dictionary, it would read: small package. big blue eyes. sweetest giggle. little fingers. little toes. cooper wyatt davis.

We love you to the moon and back!!