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I just can’t believe that our little guy is six months old already! Where did the time go? Up first, his 6-month stats:

- Weight: 18.5 lbs. (50th-75th percentile)
- Length: 26″ (25th percentile)
- Head: 17.75″ (75th percentile)

These were all taken at home, so they’re all approximate. He has a six month well baby appointment, but that’s not for two more weeks, so we’ll see what his stats are then.

We’ve been having so much fun with Miles. It seems like he’s just grown up so much in the last few months. He loves to play, especially with daddy. If Greg is around, Miles will laugh at him to get Greg to tickle and “wrestle” with him. It’s funny because he doesn’t do that with me at all, but if he’s in a playful mood, he’ll start laughing at Greg to initiate play. It’s just so cute.

He loves loves loves his jumperoo. He could probably spend most of the day in it, jumping and jumping. Now when you try to stand him up in your lap, he’ll start trying to jump. He’s not fond of his swing anymore, probably because it’s kind of boring. You just sit there, after all. No fun jumping you can do. He also likes his exersaucer, because you can bounce in it. When he’s old enough to jump on Auntie Dayna’s giant trampoline, I’m sure he’ll have a blast.

He still loves books. Thanks to Grandma Diane, he now has some new Skippyjon Jones books. Last night before bed I read him two of them and he was just riveted. Maybe it’s my very best Spanish accent.

He’s also started making a lot more sounds, especially “ba ba ba” and a strange, guttural-sounding “ooh.” It’s funny. He likes to blow raspberries and he’ll discover that he can make a new sound so he’ll do it over and over. The other day it was a high-pitched, squeaky sound he makes by inhaling really quick. He kept doing it until he inhaled some drool and choked.

In the last two weeks, it seems he’s decided that naps and bedtime are for babies (and apparently he’s a big boy), so it’s been harder to get him down. He’ll fall fast asleep while eating, but as soon as you lay him down, he’ll wake up and start crying like his little heart is broken. It used to be that if he’d wake up, you could give him his pacifier and he’d go back to sleep, but not lately. Last night I decided that since he’s six months old, maybe we should let him cry a bit before going in and soothing him, which was hard. I hate hearing him when he’s sad. Anyway, he didn’t settle and it turned out that he was still hungry, poor thing. I felt so bad when I realized he was crying because he was hungry and I was just letting him lie there.

Another thing he’s started doing lately is trying to pet the cats. They’re always around and he’s been watching them for awhile, but lately he’ll put a hand out and rub them when they walk by him. It’s really cute. The other day he grabbed Henry’s tail and just held on. When we got the cats, the vet told us to play really rough with them, pulling their ears and tails so that they’d be used to it when Miles is old enough to do that. They seem pretty tolerant of it so far. Josie will even sit under Miles’ feet and just stay there while he kicks her.

With the warm spell we’ve had, Greg has been taking him outside for wagon rides and he loves it. He’ll just sit there and look around at everything.

On the eating front, he’s still not a fan of anything but milk. We still try to give him something every day, but so far, he’s not into it. He makes faces like it’s the most disgusting thing ever when he tries everything except oatmeal. I never realized that pears, avocado, bananas and green beans were so gross. So our food mill hasn’t gotten a lot of use as of yet, though I did buy a yam and a mango so I thought we’d try those soon.

We’re just really enjoying spending time with him and watching him grow and develop. Sometimes I’ll think how I can’t wait until he’s eating more solid food so I can cut down on pumping (I really, really hate pumping), but then I think of how big he’ll be when that happens, how he won’t be my tiny little baby, and I don’t want to that happen. So I try to take and enjoy things as they come, because soon enough he’ll be running all over creating chaos and I’ll be wishing he was still a tiny little baby who would sit in the spot I put him.

Below is a photo from his attempt to eat green beans and his monthly picture with Percy the Penguin (We’ll post his 6 months pictures soon):

Attempting to eat some green beans

Miles and Percy at 6 months old

I’m hoping my terrible 24 hours are up, but I’m afraid to say that they are in case I’m just asking for something else to happen. It all started last night when I was doing laundry. I washed and dried one load and then put the second load in the dryer. Awhile later, Greg mentioned that it seemed like the dryer had been running for a long time. I realized he was right so I got up to see what was going on, and apparently (we hope) the thermal fuse or whatever had broken so the clothes were all still wet and cold. It was 10:30 now, way past my bedtime, so I took some of the clothes out and draped them over chairs and my drying rack and went to bed.

Miles had gone to bed around 7:30 or so and he woke up crying at 11:30. Greg went in and gave him his pacifier and he went back to sleep until 11:45, so I fed him and he went back to sleep for the rest of the night. When the alarm went off at 6:00, I was exhausted and fell back asleep until nearly 6:30. This set me way, way behind so I was rushing around trying to get ready.

All of this rushing around explains how I managed to crack my forehead against the car while I was attempting to get our stuff in it. Then when I was backing out of the garage, I don’t exactly know how it happened (maybe I had a mild head injury?), but I managed to scrape my car along the trim in the opening of the garage door, leaving a dent, scratches and scrapes. And of course, we’ve just been talking about getting a new car. There’s goes the trade-in value.

When I went to visit Miles at lunch, he threw up on me. Thankfully this time it was only all over my jeans, sparing my shirt. At least I didn’t get a whiff of puke every time I moved all afternoon like last time.

After I got home after work, I decided to put up a clothesline in the kitchen to dry the rest of the still-damp clothes that were in the dryer. I tied one end to a cupboard door and the other to our coat rack. I have no idea why I thought the coat rack, which is free-standing, could support the weight of the clothes. So, naturally, it fell over after I put a shirt on the line. I picked it up and put some of the coats back on it. I didn’t finish because Miles started crying, so I left it for Greg to do. He started putting the coats back on it, and as soon as he put the last one on, it fell apart. Yeah, I broke it. He taped it back together with packaging tape, but we’ll have to get a new one.

Hopefully this is the end of it (the computer is still functioning so far) and tomorrow will be a better day.