On Monday, you turned six months old. Half a year! I can't even believe it. I remember thinking, when I had been pregnant for six months, that I could barely remember not being pregnant and that it felt like I would be pregnant for the whole rest of my future life and for a while it looked like you thought that might be a viable option. I do know that it felt like a long, long, long, long time. But six months of your being here in my world has gone by so quickly that I almost feel like someone is playing a trick on me. Of course that person could be you. It is hard to believe you have been here for a whole half of a year and I am astounded at how far you have come in that time.
So far, putting all the pieces together in sequence is eluding you. Aunt Lori predicts within 30 days you will be on the move. I am told that I should enjoy being able to put you in one place and know that you will still be there if I turn my back for a few minutes, because soon enough you'll be all over the place. And I am sure it's true.
Developmentally, you are right on track. You weigh 17 pounds, 3 ounces and are 26 inches long. You are in the 45th percentile for weight, 40th for height and 50th for head circumference. You are growing well and I did not even have to ask the pediatrician about any weird baby behavior or phases this time. We seem to be settling in pretty well so I am happy to say that our frequent flier status at the doctors office that we have been working on in the first 6 months is now on a definite hold.
You also like to stand up alot and occasionally dance. However, I do have a touch of bad news. It appears that you have terrible taste. Because while you will dance to just about any music I play, your favorite thing to dance to is...the Chicken Dance song, as hummed by me. This one it totally my fault, because at some point when you could stand on my lap, I started jiggling you back and forth and singing that ridiculous song and making you do the clapping part. And now, you think it is a riot. At least you will be prepared for every wedding reception you will ever attend in the continental US.
You actually have TWO TEETH! You have definitely and definitively at last sprouted two teensy tiny little teeth and they are about the cutest two teeth I ever saw!
As a result of these cutest teeth on the planet, we have begun eating solid foods for the past week and this has been hilariously fun. You have had avocado, cantaloupe, peaches, sweet potatoes, bagels, broccoli, tomatoes, pasta, apples, jicama along with an assortment of teething biscuits. And you LOVE it!
But you kicked and squealed and churned your little legs and arms just as hard as you could through the whole parade just trying desperately to get close enough to .... well I am sure you would have put it in your mouth as you do with everything else these days, but you were so very excited as we sat at the curb and watched it go by. I don't know what float you liked best, because I was too busy watching you and how into it you were. It was by far the most fun moment for me too.
We had another trip to Texas this past month where you convened more meetings of the "Baby Mack Fan Club".
You do however have your Uncle Dean and Aunt Lori here now full time. They are settling in nicely in CA.
You are also getting very affectionate and snugly this month. One day this past weekend, I was getting ready to put you down for a nap and sat down at my computer to send a quick email. Most of the time if I have you on my lap while I work on the computer, you try to assist me by pounding on the keys. But that day you put your arms around my neck and put your head on my shoulder, and in a few minutes I realized that you had fallen asleep there. It was so sweet that I just sat there for a few minutes and drank it all in. Because you really are growing up so fast, and I know that soon, you will have better things to do than fall asleep in my arms. And oh, how I will miss that.I love you,