Six Months

Dear Nate,

Today you are six months old.  In the past month I have twice tried to write mid-month letters about what you're up to and what you like because it's all changing so quickly, but I'm so busy keeping up with you that I don't get to sit down and actually write much of it out.

And then there was last week: the week in which you became The Infector and infected everyone around you with a monstrous cold plus earaches, ear infections, and pink eye, somehow.  Thank you for being such a good sharer, but next time you can keep the germs to yourself, okay, Peanut?

There's so much big baby news this month, though.  I was committed to holding off on pureed food until you were six months old, but we started to notice that you were still hungry after finishing bottles and then eventually started to get angry when we took the empty bottles away - so we started food!  So far you've had rice cereal, pears, peas, and carrots.  We only did the cereal for two days, just to see how you'd take to eating with a spoon.  You were not a fan so we just moved right on.  You seem to really like peas and carrots but to only be tolerating the pears.  You're getting better at swallowing as each day passes, though, and so more food is ending up in your belly instead of on your bib now.  Yay!  I've even given you a few banana puffs to see what you thought of those but mostly you seem highly confused by the oddly shaped and textured object dissolving in your mouth.  I'm sure you'll love them more soon, though, as you get better at your pincer grip.

But perhaps as a way to let us know this pureed food was not your deal, you sprouted a tooth this week!  We can barely see it, but we can feel it and see the hole in your bottom gum.  We're expecting you to figure out how to ask for a taco shortly.

However, fear not that all this food is going to affect your little baby figure.  Oh no, because you are on the MOVE.  You're not crawling with your belly off the ground for more than one or two knees forward yet, but you scoot around on your belly really quickly.  You love to aim right for anyone's shoes, the fireplace, power cords, and Oreo.  Basically everything except the toys we'd love for you to beeline for.  Oh, unless we stack something up for you.  Then you rush right over to knock the tower over.  Oh boy.  Something tells me we're in for it once you really start motoring.

But maybe not - because mainly every day we feel so very lucky to have you.  People constantly comment about how happy and joyous and sweet you are - and you are all of those things, every day, even when sick, even while teething.  You love to give hugs and cuddle when you wake up or are starting to get sleepy and you give a big chuckle of a belly laugh when something strikes you as funny.

I feel like we're on a roller coaster.  I've always said that four to six months is one of my favorite ages for babies because so much happens.  And now, blink, here we are, done with it and heading towards seven months.  I feel like before we know it, we'll be planning your one year birthday party - and all I want to do is hit the brakes.  I totally love watching you learn and discover new things and abilities and I love cheering you on, but sometimes I just want to press pause and love those moments longer because they really are just going so fast.

You are precious and adorable and smart and funny and good-hearted.  (Okay, so I really have no proof about the good-hearted part, but I feel it in my heart.)  You are a joy to wake up to and to come home to and to spend all day with.

We love you, Peanut.

Love, Mommy (and Daddy)

Comments

[Lori @ I Can Grow People]

Aw! I can't believe it is going so fast--for both of us and our boys!

[Megan (Best of Fates)]

I have never heard of banana puffs.

But it worries me.

[Michelle]

So sweet!

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