I know I’m a week overdue with this post, but I kept forgetting to take his pictures, and I helped put on a baby shower for my SIL this weekend–my multitasking skills aren’t what they used to be! I’m also working on a new blog–a REAL one. I can’t wait to roll it out. I might make this one private to share more about Wacey with friends and family, though. I’ll let you know when I roll out the new one :) Town and Cow Country 2.0?
Age: 6 months.
Representative Song of the Month: “Are there any songs about screaming?” I don’t know.
Stats: 19 lbs, and in the 75th percentile for height and weight. I knew there was a reason all of his onesies smaller than 9 months were too short! Thank goodness for onesie extenders. He’s into size three diapers, and has rolls for days. I don’t know why, but I never thought I’d have a big baby so I’m tickled that he’s such a roly poly.
Favorite Foods: Still sucks down his oatmeal bottle every night! So far, for purees we’ve tried peas, green beans,sweet potatoes, carrots, squash and pears. Sweet potatoes, squash and pears are his fave. The other two he just tolerated, but he still ate them. He doesn’t like wonton strips, pieces of croissant or rice, haha. I did give him a little taste of a peach yesterday, though, and he went crazy for it. The pediatrician gave us the go-ahead for trying allthefoods, though, so I’m so excited! Hopefully he’ll find something he’s as enthusiastic about as sweet potatoes and peaches.
Words/Sounds: He’s added (ear-splitting) screaming to his noise repertoire, but is starting to make a lot more word-like sounds. He can say “Dadadadadada” and something that sounds suspiciously like “hey!” and it’s the best ever.
Favorite Activities: Wacey still loves his toys and his swing, but he’s about to reach the weight limit on his swing so that’s sad. He’s starting to like exersaucer-type things, and his Mimi and Grumpy got him a jumper that we can’t wait to try out! Mostly, though, he just likes to be with us.
Favorite Things: He likes all of his toys, and still loves to chew on washcloths and, well everything. He is also obsessed with Gaucho—every time he sees him he just laughs and laughs. He also loves to watch the chickens run around the yard and listen to them cluck.
Least Favorite Activities: Holding still, being hungry, being ignored. He’s also a major roller but gets frustrated if he gets stuck—he wants to crawl so badly!
Signature Moves: Waving his arms around all the time, rolling to his tummy from his back almost the second you put him down, and laughing laughing laughing. Oh and puking with toys in his mouth and rubbing it all over his face. And smiling. All the time, at everything. He’s also started to let us know that he’s done with his bottle by picking up his pacifier and putting it in his mouth when you take the bottle out.
New Skills this Month: He is much more dexterous, and is constantly reaching for things. Like any other baby, though, said things go right to his mouth so we have to keep an eye on him. He can sit up pretty well, still wobbly from side-to-side, but he’s getting the hang of it. He also rolls from back to front very well, and sometimes will just keep rolling and rolling like a little log. He’s not an ambi-roller, though. One direction, only. Does this mean the band One Direction are also not ambi-rollers? And…*drumroll*…he sleeps in his own crib! The first week or two weren’t completely smooth sailing, but we figured out that he was probably cold, so now he sleeps in footies and it’s really helped! He will usually sleep all the way through, but he likes to wake up at 5:00 and come sleep with us until 6:30 or 7:00. I know it’s not a good habit, but he’s just so sweet, and he won’t be this small forever, and he LOVES sleeping in a big bed. He grabs one of my fingers and one hand and one of Bert’s in the other and it’s the sweetest thing in the world. The proof’s in the pudding:
We look at each other every day and wonder how we got such a happy, easy-going baby! We can take him anywhere, do anything, and he’s usually very good. I mean, he’s a baby, so he does cry and get cranky and get a little stranger anxiety (like when I went to the bathroom at the county fair and he had an absolute MELTDOWN—sorry Bolejacks and Thea!). We went to a grad party a couple of months ago, and a lovely British lady said “What a jolly little chap! Children are such a joy.” The British always have a knack for saying exactly the right thing.