Finally, I know why new parents say obvious and repetitive things like “time flies” because really, it does.
However, I’m happy to have a six-month old and I don’t have complicated emotions about how fast he’s growing up. This is the beginning of the stage I’ve been waiting and hoping for: we have a responsive, funny, cuddly, babbling baby who is beginning to show us his adorable personality. After five months of caring for a tiny, developing human, we’ve been rewarded with a little person. And he is just great.
This month he…
- Loves peekaboo; “whereeeee’s Evan?” gets giant smiles every single time
- Is a big fan of “Itsy-Bitsy Spider,” mamas made up songs and jazz music
- Eats oatmeal, coconut oil, bananas, minty peas and sweet potatoes
- Rolls onto stomach like it’s nothing
- Sleeps on his side and belly
- Cries big tears now, which roll down his cheeks when he is really upset
- Tries to put everything he can touch in his mouth
- Slaps, scratches, pulls hair, punches and throws; he has no idea what any of this means, but he is pretty excited that his hands can do so much!
- Notices textures (especially likes scratching on wood and leather)
- Responds to his name and whistling
- Sits up great w/ support and is working on longer than a minute without it
- Smiles at some strangers, not at others
- Is entering the separation anxiety phase, which I was amazed to learn, is because he just now realized he and I are no longer physically attached
He’s halfway from day one and halfway to 1 year. I’d like to say I’m surprised, or amazed, but honestly John and I have earned every single one of those days with him, just as we plan to earn all the rest of them, too.