This little man is officially six and a half. Just writing that makes me a little bit sad. Six and a half is closer to seven than to six, and seven just sounds so grown up.
Taking pictures of him is getting harder and harder. I had to bribe him with fifteen minutes of Candy Crush for fifteen minutes of photo-taking for these pictures, and he still couldn't stand still long.
He's lost six teeth now, number five and six being his two top front teeth that both fell out last week. Losing his two front teeth is a little bittersweet to me. It almost seems like the end of his early childhood, and I really just don't want this little monkey to grow up.
Having said that, he's learning so much! And while I want him to be little forever, it's really amazing to see the world through his eyes. He's so hungry for knowledge. He's constantly reading, spelling things out, and telling us cool little facts. He still says the funniest things, too. The other day while eating dinner, he said, "we're really lucky that we don't live in a house that's on fire", completely out of nowhere, and had us all in laughter.
Corbin at six and a half is sweet, kind, and fun. I love this little boy more than words could ever say.