When you are six months old.....
- rolling over is scary stuff. [J started rolling from front to back at 5 months and back to front at 6 months. The first time he rolled to his stomach he got very, very quiet so I picked him up, and he then started screaming, poor little sweetie. He now rolls regularly on to his stomach, and then screams for me to "save him." ]
- you think your sisters are HYSTERICAL! You would let them lay on you, lick you, bite you (no joke), and you would continue to laugh at everything they do. [We recently found bite marks on Jeremy's hand, and I later saw Stella in action biting the baby. He never stopped smiling...]
- food is strange and new and yucky and fabulous, depending on your mood. [J's first taste of food was on the way to NC at an Arby's - Daddy fed him apple sauce. Since then he has had bananas, sweet potatoes, rice cereal, and ice cream.]
- road trips are fine, as long as your belly is full, and vacations are fun as long as there is a bouncy seat to boune in! [J's first vacation was to Outerbanks. He was totally fine for the 10+ hour trip as long as we would stop immediately to feed him when he decided he was hungry. He loved the pool on vacation, was super pleasant no matter where he was, and LOVED bouncing in his little seat so much I was worried he might catapult himself across the room]
Being the mommy of a 6 month old means:
- sweet potatoes on your pants and spit up on your shirt
- peeking in to check on nap time to be rewarded with the biggest gummy smile in the world
- letting go of the bassinet and having baby in the same room (sniff, sniff!)
- getting drenched at bath-time even though there is only an inch of water in the tub (that baby likes to kick!)
- having a little buddy cling to your hair / shirt / face at all times :)
Happy 1/2 birthday Remy Axwell (in the words of your sister, you know, the one that bites you)
Lots of love,
Keri
