Six (and a half) months

"Can you believe this pink flowered bib?" John asks...

"Only a real man, John, only a real man."

We are working our way through month six, and I am determined to get this little stinker to eat something other than breast milk. 

He ate that avocado that one time, and then he threw it up that night, and he hasn't really been willing to eat it again.  I want to keep trying because that's really what I want him to be eating. 

The joke continues to be on me.  I wanted a nurser, and this baby wants to be attached to me all day and all night.  Let's just nurse, mama, he says.  That's all I want.

So...I decided to try banana.  Why?  I don't have a real concrete reason; I just thought he would like the taste and thought it might segue into other things, like avocado.  I do have some avocados sitting on the counter waiting to ripen.  But I was right, banana he loved.

Let's see, month six?

I am liking month six.  He has turned into a happy little booger.  He gets very excited to see Scott, Ada, or me.  Especially me, since I provide the food.  He still loves to cuddle, and I love it too.  Those chubby cheeks up next to mine.  It's too much.  And his little hair is growing back in, but it is growing straight up and very soft and fuzzy.  It's so funny, and perfect.

He still eats every 3-4 hours around the clock, but my body has adjusted, and I don't feel that tired from it.  It only takes him about 5 minutes to eat, so it's a quick process in the middle of the night, but it does mean he is nearing 7 months and still sleeping in a pack n' play in our closet.  Crazy I know. 

He still does his breath holding spells every once in a while, but usually we can catch him and blow in his face before he goes into a "trance."  His EEG is on Thursday, so we'll know more after that.  If it is just breath holding, and we assume it is, he will probably outgrow it by the time he is three or four.

He and Ada really do enjoy each other already.  Sometimes if she's in trouble about something or been told no, she confides in John about it, like they are allies.  I'll hear her say, crying, "They said I can't go outside, John..." or something to that effect.  And John grins and grins at her. 

He is still rolling all over the place, sitting up with support, and kicking his arms and legs as hard as he can while lying on his stomach as if that will some how propel him forward.  He has scooted forward once and scooted back a few times, but no significant movement yet.  He's on the verge of lots of scooting I think. 

So...there you have it.  Half way to the one year mark.  What?!!!  It's flying by.