(Fine, he’s 7 months old at this point, but as the second child I think I’m doing pretty well with his written updates; I’ve already done more than with Henry!)
Elliot had his 6 month checkup on Monday, a bit delayed since his doctor was out of town at his two-month mark so the rest of his checkups are almost at the next month mark to have the right spacing between shots. I’m almost a month delayed at this post so it’s no big deal. He is now 27 inches long and 16 1/2 pounds, which the doctor says puts him around the 50th and 25th percentiles, respectively. He continues to be smaller than Henry was at 6 months (28.5″ and 20 lb 13 oz), but I love his littleness.
This kid is so full of joy – everyone smiles with him when he’s around. His favorite person is Henry, and he babbles, sings, and dances with him. He’s doing a great job of sitting on his own and rocks tummy time. He’s creeping and rolling to get places, and tries to push up on his hands. Frustration is setting in that he can’t crawl yet, but to that I don’t mind…an immobile baby is a wonderful being. He pushes on his feet to stand in our laps and loves jumping on us and in his Jumparoo – he works on his fitness all the time.
He’s making delightful sounds from his baby Wookiee growl to silly squeals to belly laughs. He definitely communicates his feelings. He rarely cries other than when he’s hungry or tired or being loved too hard by Henry (although he’s started protesting when I leave the room).
He usually takes two (sometimes three) naps, a short one in the morning and a longer one in the afternoon, but life with big brother can easily cut one short. Nighttime sleep has been less predictable. He can go 5 or 6 hours between wake ups, but usually is up every 2 to 3 hours, and some nights he wakes up more often than that! I live on coffee to compensate.
He’s started eating new foods despite not having any teeth; his favorites include oatmeal, sweet potatoes, pears, and mangos. He doesn’t seem to like apples, avocado, or carrots. He’s still not taking a bottle well, but since I’m home with him it doesn’t matter a ton (I just can’t get solo time for more than a few hours in a row.) He has days where he can’t get enough mama milk, and others when he doesn’t want much. This is frustrating for me, but he’s thriving. He is a lovely little boy.
