This Guy

Miles was six months old on Sunday. He's made such a smooth transition and a great addition into our family that it's already hard to remember life without him.

At his doctor's appointment yesterday, he weighed 17 lbs (40%), was 27 1/4" (77%), and his head was only in the 66th percentile. I guess if one of them is going to have an extra-large head, I'd rather it be Brooke who can camouflage it with hair.

This is the face he gets anytime he sees his sister or dad. (He's squealing with delight, not terror.) He's quick to smile at strangers, but will then usually shyly bury his face in my neck. He's hitting the "Momma's Boy" stage a bit. He loves the exersaucer. It's already gotten 10x the use it did with Brooke, who would just curl up her legs and hang while she was in the seat. He's all about jumping up and down in it.

You can't really see them in this picture but he still only has the two bottom teeth that he's had for THREE MONTHS now. He's scooting around on the floor in the sense that I'll lay him in one place and come back to get him and he'll be a few feet away, but he's not really doing any kind of crawling yet. And that is OKAY by me. He's almost like a spring in that anytime I lay him down on his back he immediately rolls to his tummy. He's at about 50% accuracy for rolling back onto his back. I've had to remove everything from his changing table and he still will roll all around looking for things to grab. It's become a bit of a wrestling match and he gets a kick out of it.

 

Sitting up is also coming along. He can tripod sit for several seconds. After a bit of a hiccup a couple of weeks ago (I think due to a cold), he's back to sleeping through the night. He usually goes down around 6:30 or 7 and is up around 6 to eat, then back to sleep for another hour or so. He only naps for about half an hour in the morning but is usually down for 1-2 hours in the afternoon. He probably could nap in the early evening, but we're usually at the playground. Ah, the trials of being a second child.(*Perhaps sadly, these photos were not all taken on the same day. I guess the poor kid needs a few more long-sleeved shirts. Point taken.*)

 He's graduated to the booster chair (I'm a much bigger fan of these than high chairs. They take up so much less space and are so portable.). Matt's relieved - Captain Safety hates the Bumbo ever since the recall. The doctor said he should be having a couple of solid meals a day. The problem is, he just isn't that excited about solid food. He'll have a few bites, then get distracted - usually with trying to get the spoon out of my hand. We'll keep working at it. He's still exclusively breastfed. When Gigi was here she had him holding his own bottle.

 He's really such a good, easy baby. He goes with the flow and is happy to hang in there while we cart Brook around to school and playdates or I run errands. Generally, as long as someone is in sight (and he's not hungry or tired), he's a content little guy. We're so blessed and couldn't love him any more. Happy six months, Big Guy!