Happy Half-Year Old, Wyatt!

Six months old. Five Months old. Four Months old. Three Months old. Two Months old.

I CAN'T believe that Wyatt is six months old. Really, I just can't believe it. But it's true. So, I figured we would do a little retrospective of the brief but wonderful life of our baby boy, Wyatt Paul Bunker Henderson. For those who don't know, Wyatt was named after his dad, Ross Wyatt; his great-grandfather and grandfather, James Paul and Mark Paul respectively; and his Bunker grandad a/k/a "Pops." He was due on March 8, but born on March 6 at 5:15 p.m.after labor was induced at Seton Medical Center, just down the street from our house. He was a good 7 lbs. 14 oz. and 21 inches at birth. In his first months Wyatt most enjoyed being outside ALL the time. Even, or especially, when it was 100+ degrees outside. He loved napping in the hammock. He has always been very active--he started scooting around in his crib at one month old. We called him the handini, because he could always get at least one hand out of his swaddling. Wyatt loved riding in the stroller and the baby bjorn.

Today, Wyatt is nearly 20 lbs, and 27 inches long. He has brown eyes like his daddy and lots of crazy hair. He now most enjoys outdoors (still), he LOVES JoJo, silly dances, "rowdy love," Daddy's singing, grandmas, playing with other kids, and toys. He can sit up, scoot backward, spin on his stomach, and grab almost anything in sight. He is our little Babu and we love him. Here are some photos of our guy taken during the past six months.