Max turned 6 months old yesterday. Whoa (read that like a Keanu Reeves “whoa”). He had his 6 month checkup yesterday too, so he’s not all that happy today (4 shots will do that to you). He’s up to 15 1/2 pounds and 26 1/2 inches. Still a skinny little peanut, but getting tall. And other than the shots, everything is going well.

Tony and I have both been sick for about a week now, going through Kleenex like there’s no tomorrow. So I haven’t gotten much of anything done, other than the stuff I had to get done for my online book launch party. As a matter of fact, Max is sleeping right now and I might just go join him. Well, not in the crib. You know what I mean.

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