Back Home Again in Indiana
6 months, as it turns out, is when you’re expected to man up and act like the adult baby you are.
Because 6 months is when your parents are brave/stupid enough to take you on a legit vacation.
And, just to prove their commitment to said bravery/stupidity, they’ll throw a wedding in there, too.
6 months is also when you graduate to a king size bed. . .
a grown up water bottle. . .
and shame over pictures with your mom on Mother’s Day.
6 months is when you decide a career in radio is probably the right choice. . .
and sleeping sideways is definitely the right choice.
And 6 months is when you wake up crying at 4 in the am because you finally mastered rolling onto your tummy and you need Mommy and Daddy to know what an adult baby you really are.