Six months
The baby turned six months old last week. The occasion was overshadowed by my mother’s field trip with the toddler (see below) but it was not forgotten. While his brother wasn’t eating and the baby was napping I managed to bake a half birthday cake (for everyone but the baby, of course) that I took to my cousin’s house later. Banana chocolate chip cake with chocolate frosting. It should have been peanut butter icing but my cousin’s daughter has a peanut allergy. The chocolate was a fine substitute.
Back to the baby.
He can sit unassisted (though not for very long) and spends lots of time playing on his belly. I fear he’s getting the idea that true mobility is an option, but for now he just accidentally moves himself about. He’s hit the super-grabby stage where nothing is safe. The poor baby has had “curry fingers” a few nights this week and my hair is often entwined in his pudgy hands.
The teething is well underway. He got two on the bottom last month and the top two have just broken through. I fear there are more to come, sooner rather than later, but the good news is that he’s a trooper and though the teeth clearly bother him, his sleep is only interrupted once or twice a night.
I love that he’s predictable. He naps in the morning and naps in the afternoon. Every night he’s ready to go to sleep by 7 but can last longer if I need him to. I know he’ll wake up for the first time at either 2 or 4 and that I’m guaranteed another 3 hours (or more) after that. He prefers to sleep in his own crib and he almost never falls asleep on me.
He’s still nursing really well. He’s not quite ready for solid foods. The grabby hands made me think he might be interested but his first encounter with a banana just confused him. Since then I haven’t tried to give him anything but my mother-in-law gave him some banana the other night. To prove how much I’ve grown I didn’t even throw a fit that she gave my baby solid foods without asking when he’s clearly not eating solids yet.
He really is extraordinarily good tempered. Even when he’s fussy he smiles and giggles a bit since he’s never quite sure if he really *wants* to be fussy. He only ever cries when he’s hungry, tired, or hurt, and aside from the times I’m forced to meet his brother’s needs first he rarely cries for very long. He’s
at such a fun stage that his brother really likes him now and gives him toys to play with when he cries. He’s at such a fun stage that the toys sometimes even make him stop crying.
He is the happiest, giggliest, funniest little baby. He loves to be kissed under the chin and tossed up in the air. He laughs like a maniac when you kiss his belly and laughs even harder when there are sound effects involved.
And of course he’s adorable.
The stats:
Birth weight- 7 lbs 9 oz
Birth length- 20 inches
6 months weight- 17 lbs 6 oz
6 months length- 27.5 inches
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