Half a Dozen Months

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Little dude is six months old. Seriously, what?

Height and Weight: 18 lbs 8 oz, and 26 5/8 inches. He is exactly double his birth weight.

Accomplishments:
He has perfected the roll both ways. This includes during attempted diaper and outfit changes. He's also officially out of our room and in his own crib, unswaddled! And he's working on sitting up on his own. He can tripod with his arms, and sit up for a moment or two before he topples over.

Sleep Habits: 
Going to bed between 7 and 8, and sleeping until 5-6, and on mornings when we don't have to be up it's bottle and back to bed until 8 or so. Please continue these sleep habits. Please.
Since we've taken the swaddle away, he's also become a belly sleeper. He sticks his butt up in the air and his face into the mattress. I am not kidding.


What's in His Belly:
Not avocado. See below.
For the most part, he is still taking  4-5 7-ounce bottles a day.


Best moments: 
Attempting to give Finn solids for the first time was a really interesting experience. We tried giving him some pieces of avocado, but it was a disaster in the most adorable way. First, he couldn't pick it up because it was slippery. Then, he decided he didn't like the way it tasted so he flung it everywhere and beat it into his high chair tray. I decided to mash some up and offer it to him on a spoon, and he started gagging before the spoon touched his lips. Really? Like, REALLY? Must you be that dramatic?



We're also going to include Halloween in this month, even though it technically occurred on his five month birthday. We called him, "Finn the Courageous," and we paraded him around trunk or treat at Nathan's family's church. Cutest lion there.




Worst moments:
The worst moment of the month goes to me! Because Finn has been working really hard at being able to sit up on his own, he has refused to lay nicely in his little infant bath hammocky thing. I was holding him upright by his shoulder during a bath one night, when he lunged for the rubber duck hanging out in the tub with him. He slipped out of my hands, smacked his forehead on the side of the tub, and fell face first into the water. He was slightly traumatized, but got over it quickly. Meanwhile, Nathan's yelling up the stairs demanding to know WHY I've dropped the baby.

It's seriously so hard to believe that Finn is already halfway to his first birthday. Time, please slow down.