We call him 'Perfect'. That's his nickname, it truly is. We say "Good morning, Perfect" and "You're so cute, Perfect". Because he eats perfect, smiles perfect, goos and coos perfect, snuggles perfect...now if I could only get him to sleep perfect I'd have it made.

He's 16.5 pounds, and as tall as most 12-month olds. Long and lean, just like my other two kidlets.

He lOves people. If he catches your eye, he will smile, wiggle and coo his way into you holding him. He also is a Momma's boy, when I'm away for a couple hours, and he sees me again, he squeezes me so tight when I come and grab him. And, then he opens his slobbery mouth wide, and drool pours out of his mouth as he sucks on my cheek, then my nose. Oh, those baby kisses. Priceless.

I swear he said Mama yesterday. It was actually more like "mamamamamamaaaaa" when I went to put him down for a nap. Oh, he's stolen my heart.

He eats banana chunks, Mum Mums, rice cereal, oatmeal, chicken noodle soup....really anything I've offered him, he has happily inhaled.

He is almost sitting. You know, he sits for a few seconds, then falls over. It's cute. I bet in a week or two, he'll have it down.

I carry him everywhere. I guess because he's my last baby, and he's so snuggly, I just want to. He loves hanging out in the mei-tai when we hike the mountain with Marley-bear (which is almost everyday). He pretty much likes to be anywhere except his car seat...which he has grown out of, so we'll put the next-size-up one in soon, and hopefully that will change that.

Tucker is the perfect last baby. I love him to bits and pieces, and he makes our family feel complete.

Happy half-year birthday, baby boy!