Six months always seemed like such a big age for a baby. Until I had my own. Now I tell myself he’s still a baby, but the fact is he’s not a newborn anymore. He’s just a baby. He can move around, jabber, grab things, and look at something and make the decision that he wants it. My little guy is on his way to becoming a toddler. That may be a little drastic, but some days feel like he is slipping from my grip. For the most part I’m enjoying each new day and new development. But, that all too common cliché is correct – enjoy every minute because it goes too fast. Blarg! I wish it wasn’t true. I wish everyone wasn’t right.
What Maximus is doing at six months:
- Sitting up with the support of pillows around him in case he topples over.
- Grabbing and reaching for toys.
- Squealing and jabbering a lot.
- Pretending to chew things with a dramatic mouth open and close.
- Still sleeping 10-12 hours at night.
- Still taking 4-5 feedings.
- Smiling at anyone who talks to him; he knows no stranger.
- Pulling on my hair and yanking glasses off our faces.
- Giving giant baby kisses that come in the form of a suction to your chin or cheek.
- Chewing on fingers – his or anyone who comes in his range.
- Chewing in teething rings and putting everything into his mouth.
The six month stats:
Weight: 15.6 pounds
Height: 25 3/4 inches
Clothes: 6-9 months