Yep... Once again I'm running behind on giving you my updates. Every month I seem to have a good excuse. But this month takes the cake! I was just getting back from a very long trip to MI. It takes a few days (or weeks for my parents) to get back into the swing of things....
Can you believe it? I'm already 1/2 of a year old? Time just flew by this month. I was so busy meeting and greeting family that I didn't even realize that my half birthday was fast approaching. Let me catch you up on some of my newest talents.
Never have I been one to suck on pacifiers. I tried my bottom lip for a while, but let me tell you...I've found the best solution. My fingers are so awesome! They follow me everywhere (even to bed). I just can't get enough of my index and middle fingers. Together, in my mouth, at the same time, I find the sensation simply irresistible.
This month I've been working on being able to sit on my own. I can manage sitting for a few seconds without support, but Mom or Dad is always right there to make sure that I don't topple over. It's fun to see the world from this vantage point.
Mom and Dad said that it was time to leave MI because they only packed 3-6 month clothes. Now that I'm home, I'm wearing mainly all 6-12 month clothes. Right on target, I'm looking great in my new wardrobe (pics to follow in future posts).
Speaking of weight gain... I had my 6 month check-up at the Dr.'s office. I'm a whopping 17 lbs. 2 ounces (75th percentile) and 26 1/2 inches (75th percentile). Mom must be feeding me cream, because I'm still on a strict Mommy's Milk diet.
Mom's had to work really hard to fatten me up. While in MI, I was waking her up 3 or so times a night. As soon as we got home I simmered down and only woke her up 1 time a night. I'm in my own crib now and able to sooth myself by inserting said fingers into my mouth. Not only am I in my own bed, I learned to roll onto my tummy in the night. Every time Mom or Dad comes to get me out of my crib, I'm on my belly.
When I want attention, I want it now! It's not to hard to be heard in our house when I scream at the top of my lungs. My brothers don't even have a chance to drown out my screeching noises. I'm not unhappy, just want to be heard.
Here's a picture of me belting it out....
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