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Happy Half Birthday Brayden!

I can't believe that Brayden is already six months old. How did this happen? Wasn't it just last week that we were bringing him home from the hospital?

I had him weighed yesterday so I could record that particular fact in his baby book. He came in at a whopping 18 pounds, so I know that he is getting plenty enough to eat. Speaking of food, we officially started the not-so-little man on solid food this month. So far he is chowing down on rice cereal, applesauce, and carrots. I gave him an apricot picked right off our own tree and he tore into that like it was a chocolate chip cookie. By the end of that particular snack (the apricot, not a cookie!) he was an orange, sticky mess, but boy, was he happy! Some other milestones he has reached thus far is rolling over, grabbing everything, purposefully reaching for toys and/or people, and scooting around in a 360 degree circle on his tummy, which is an important skill, you know.

Brayden is such a joy to be around these days. Like his older brother, he is such a happy baby. Constantly smiling and laughing, he loves to interact with people, especially Benjamin. His favorite things right now are "Peek-a-Boo," "Itsy-Bitsy-Spider," and being tossed (gently!) into the air. The other night, Benjamin and Nathan were rough-housing on the floor near Brayden and he decided to get in on the action by grabbing a chunk of Ben's hair and laughing his head off! Luckily Benjamin thought it was pretty funny too.

It's interesting to note that when out in public, Brayden seems to be a bit more reserved than Benjamin was at that age.Only recently has Brayden begun smiling and interacting with strangers, and only after glancing at me first to make sure it's safe to do so. Until this last month or so, when meeting someone new, he would just stare at them with the most serious, inquisitive expression on his face. I swear he looks just like Nathan when he does this! Even Dr. Patterson noticed it at one of his check-ups a few months back. As our baby was studying the good doctor with the utmost intensity, Dr. Patterson remarked, "He's got Nathan's furrowed brow!" Indeed he does.

I found myself constantly defending him when people would comment how serious Brayden was. He's not this serious at home, I would say. You should see how much he giggles and coos when it's just the four of us! Sure enough, the moment we would enter our front door, our serious little guy would visibly relax and break out the smiles and the laughs. I don't know why it bothered me that others didn't get to see this side of Brayden. Perhaps it's because Benjamin was such a happy, outgoing baby and noticing how people really responded to him, I wanted the same thing for Brayden.

However, it wasn't that he was unhappy when we were out. It was more that he was just really studying what was going on in all these different places with all these different people and that left no time for charm and charisma! But now, as he is figuring out this crazy place we call Earth, he is letting loose a bit and sharing his sweetness with the public...in small doses anyway. The other day, while at the hardware store, a sweet old lady reached in to Brayden's seat to stroke his sweet little toes. As she was talking to him, he glanced at me with an expression that clearly said, "Is this alright?" As I smiled at my precious boy to convey to him that all was okay, he relaxed and gave a great big smile to his admirer, which just made her day.

"What a happy baby!" she exclaimed. Yes, what a happy baby indeed.


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