I can’t believe you’re already six months old. People weren’t kidding when they said time starts to really speed up after you have children. Sunday, your actual six-month-birthday, your dad and I spent some time remembering the day you were born. It was such a beautiful night, and the sunset poured through the window of the delivery room as it went down. I can’t remember, now, much of what it felt like to be in labor (the human mind is a marvelous thing), but I remember holding you after you were born and marveling at the miraculous little blue bundle in my arms. The next morning we were all up as the sun rose, and I took pictures of your dad holding you as the sun streamed through the window next to you, and you both glowed.
You were born with lots of dark hair and huge juicy lips. At first you slept all the time, but it wasn’t long before you started soaking in the world as quickly as possible. From the beginning you were very strong—the nurses in the hospital all commented on your strong legs and how hard it was to keep you swaddled—and from the time you were a week old you grew like a weed. For a couple months you were gaining a pound or more every week, and you doubled your birth weight (7 pounds, 14 ounces) by the time you were about 2.5 months old! Now, at six months, you’ve gotten so tall, 29 inches, and you’ve slowed down a bit on the weight gain: 19 pounds, 10.5 ounces. For a while I didn’t think I’d be able to carry you up the stairs to the apartment! But I’ve gotten stronger and we’ve both gotten used to it.
You are a sweet, sweet child. You don’t usually cry unless you’re fighting going to sleep or we’re in the car and you’re hungry. Lately you’ve started fussing more, especially if you get bored and I’m bustling around doing things instead of playing with you. But when you look at me or your dad and smile, it’s like the world stops. My favorite is when daddy gets you out of bed on the weekend and takes you to say hi to the baby in the mirror, and then I follow you into the living room. When you turn around and see me you give a smile that seems to say “Wow! You’re here too! How wonderful!” When you fall asleep you look exactly like a rosy-cheeked cherub, with your crazy fly-away hair floating around your face and those wonderful lips still phantom-nursing. I could marvel at the dimples on your hands all day.
You’ve gotten very giggly, too, especially with your dad, who knows all the funny sounds and tickles to make you laugh. You have a great chuckle, almost like a dirty laugh. You love the changing table and spend the entire time vocalizing and talking to the picture card we put on the wall. We got a new book recently, Barnyard Dance, and it makes you laugh out loud. I think you like the rhythm—anything with a strong rhythm to it seems to amuse you. You also like it when we make high-pitched “beep”-type sounds (or when I get the hiccups!). You’re also endlessly fascinated by the puzzle of the pacifier, which you won’t leave in but love to remove and try to replace on your own.
In the last couple weeks you’ve gotten very good at sitting up and rolling over, though if you aren’t in the mood you’ll just slump to the side. You love the stacking cups and your wooden rattles, and you’ve started understanding that you can make lots of noise by shaking rattles or banging cups together.
We gave you your first solid foods on your six month birthday. You had some oatmeal with cinnamon in it, and you loved it! You made a huge mess but it was such fun. Last night I tried to give you some butternut squash and that wasn’t a hit; you made hilarious disgusted faces and focused on trying to take the spoon and bowl away from me.
Taking things away is a constant theme, actually. You are SO handsy! You can twist around and grab things very quickly, and you’re very interested in things like our phones, my glasses, my hair, and the cookbook holder on the kitchen counter (sigh).
With every passing week we are having more fun together, and I am incredibly excited to see what the next six months bring. I am a very lucky woman to have you as my child. I love you.
Kate Flaim is a freelance journalist and food blogger based in Cambridge, Massachusetts.