Mommy Kahdib

Dear Chase (6 months),

September 21, 2008

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Hi Baby Boy,

How are you a half of a year old already? Weren't you just growing in my belly yesterday making all of my pants tight and uncomfortable and the ice cream look oh so appetizing? The belly is still there but you're out here in the world making your presence known. You're changing so much...you now officially hate the swing, you're growing out of the swaddle, and you love to fall asleep nursing...say what? My fussy, red-faced, crying colicy baby is a changin' again. You love to babble and talk to us, but more importantly you love it when anyone talks to you, looks at you, smiles at you...I swear sometimes I just think about you and you break into a face splitting smile. You now love to (ok, I can't lie, you just tolerate it) be worn and on occasion even fall asleep in a carrier (most often a wrap or my brown mei tai) and life is looking up.

You can sit all on your own without using your arms as the third and fourth leg of the table and absolutely everything goes into your mouth...so not used to that since you sister always had her mouth occupied with the soothie. Today you found a silicone ice cone for flavorice rather entertaining and sucked on it for a good half hour. You were a dream on the vacation we just took...that's another post because I wrote about every day...and surprised me by falling asleep in your bucket, in carriers, in my arms, on my lap, snuggled into daddy's chest and unswaddled in your amby bed in full light with the TV on and your noisy sister in the room...you're also sleeping about 9 hours at night ever once in a while too...I'm not because I stay up way too late and then wonder when you are going to wake up for the rest of the night.

You love to pinch and pull on my hair and try to eat it. We fed you a couple of solids on the trip thinking that maybe you would tolerate dinner a little more if we fed you something...you seemed to like the mango, tolerate bananas and mashed potato but if there is even the littlest chunk in it you bound to puke everything you got down....but you don't thrust with your toungue...? We'll get there...I was thinking I wouldn't do rice or oatmeal with you but me thinks we might as it is oh-so-easy and bland (plus your sister loved it and it is only for a couple short months). You roll from tummy to back like a pro so it is good bye to tummy time and you're working on back to front. You love love love toys and anything that makes noise. You think your sister is hilarious and so does she...she loves to repeat what you "say" and she finds much humor in scaring you into giggles with peek-a-boo games. You are cuddling more and more these days and are quite ticklish. I'm so excited to see what you are evelving into, little-man...I love you more than you'll ever know! Oh, and can we drop the thrush? It's really no fun...