Because I forgot it in yesterday's post.
The Enoch laughs.
Oh, Enoch. You snuggly, chummy, grinning, cooing, giggling, chubby little strong-man. You snuggle like somebody's awarding cash prizes for it. You sleep (blessedly sleep). You're a reliable dose of dopamine every morning when I feel exhausted even though I just woke up for the day half an hour ago. You still don't want to put any weight on your legs when I stand you up (cash prizes for snuggling, remember). You like taking naps in your bouncer outside and lying on a blanket listening to Tadhg read to me out under the apple trees. You're drooling like the dickens and constantly stuffing your hands in your mouth to hurry those teeth along. And you give us a supply of joy immeasurable every single day. What a baby.
(Also, you're starting to completely fill out 6 month clothes already. Baby giant.)