Happy sixth month birthday to Fraser! That's right, today Fraser turned an entire half a year old. He was obviously thrilled by this momentous event and wanted to start the celebration as early as possible, prompting him to get up at 12:00, 3:00 and 5:30. At 5:30 he made his best argument for staying up for the day, but very sleepy mommy won the battle and Fraser's official day did not begin until almost 7:30 (a nice little present for me!)

Fraser spent the rest of his day going to play group and, when we were home, staring in wide eyed fascination at the plumbers working on our house, which he was sure were some sort of walking-talking birthday toys just for him. The arrival of Fraser's six month birthday also seems to have officially announced the departure of Fraser's 9:30ish nap, the only nap he could be counted on with any consistency to actually take. The other moms assure me that the lack of morning nap (he now doesn't usually nap until 11:30ish, I say "usually" and laugh into my sleeve) is a sign that he is moving into a two nap schedule, which is, according to these wiser women, just as gratifying as chocolate or sex. (It is also, apparently, pretty standard that I am seeing a lot more of the former than the latter).

Of course these are also the same women who said confidently that Fraser would start sleeping through the night "pretty soon" when I joined the moms club when Fraser was three months old. Now I don't know about you, but I think we passed "pretty soon" at least a month ago. However, as I failed to get any of these women to commit to endorsing an actual date Fraser would start sleeping through the night, I guess I can only blame by disappointment on my obviously erroneous definition of "pretty soon."

It truly is amazing to me that Fraser is already six months old (and not just amazing from the perspective that I have let him live this long). So with that in mind I suppose I really do need to thank my fellow moms-group moms for reminding me that "pretty soon" is a relative term and it will no doubt be "pretty soon" before Fraser is crawling, and walking, and speaking, and heading off to school, and to college, and introducing me to some strange woman he intends to marry who, by the way, I finally now understand, will never ever be good enough for him.