Throughout the life of this blog, I have taken second “glantzes” (sometimes obsessively) at many different people — from the serious, such as my love, to the silly, like celebrity crushes. In the months I’ve been away from the blogosphere, I’ve found someone new. Someone who deserves more than just a second “glantz.” Someone I can’t take my eyes off of for more than a minute.

He is my son.

Yes, you read that correctly. (Don’t ever accuse me of not being able to keep a secret!)

Six months (plus a few days) ago, I fell in love with our little Thumper, as we lovingly nicknamed him in the womb, thanks to incessant kicking, which has yet to cease, and I continue to fall more in love with him each day.

My sweet boy, at six months of age…

You like to read – and eat! – books.

You sing to the radio and talk to yourself and your toys.

You are a giggle monster, infecting others with your laugh.

You are tough as nails (for those of you who know us personally, no pun intended).

You wear clothes twice as big as your age.

You reach for the food on Mommy’s plate.

You try to text on Mommy’s phone (sometimes in a different language) and type on the computer.

You like to dance to hits of the 90s.

You love, love, LOVE your jump-aroo, and I love watching you in it.

You are so excited to go to daycare everyday. You know when we’re running late, and you express your displeasure at it. You have people to see and new toys to try!

You have a great sense of adventure, approaching new places and people with curiosity and enthusiasm.

You enjoy blowing raspberries and giving open-mouth kisses.

You splash in the bathtub, delighted to soak your daddy.

You squeal when you get really excited.

You are cutting two bottom teeth.

You are obsessed with your feet. Surprisingly, so am I.

You have cartoon-like facial expressions, especially your frowny face.

Sometimes I look at you and your Zayde, my daddy, is staring back at me.

Make no mistake: My heart now beats outside my chest.