Month 6

Clark! The lights are on! This month it seems like you became a whole new person. You’re so interested in everything all of a sudden. You will examine something carefully, all cross eyed, between your chubby little paws for what seems like a very long time. You will sit in your high chair in the kitchen and happily watch me make dinner, too.

You have had your 6 month appointment and all is well. You weigh 16lbs, 10oz and are 27 and 3/4 inches long. This makes you barely in the 50th percentile for weight, and the 90th for both height and head size. Apparently you’re tall and skinny? And destined to be a movie star, what with the big head? I can’t believe I have such a skinny baby. Your small size fuzzi bunz still have plenty of room.

We’re feeding you, trust me. In fact this month you started real food! So far you’ve just eaten rice cereal and bananas. Once you figured out that you should not grab the spoon and try to chew on it, nor should you eat your bib, all has gone swimmingly. We’ll try peas and avocados next.

Speaking of things in your mouth, YOUR FREAKING TEETH. I’ve had strangers in the grocery store jump back and exclaim, “Look at all those teeth!” You are some kind of tooth growing mutant, apparently. The books say you should be starting teething about now, but you have SIX teeth already. More than your little friend Maia, who is 16 months old.

You can’t tell in these pictures, but you’re also getting more hair, finally. It seems to be super blond, not so much red as we’d hoped. I’m sure you’re going to be lovely and golden as a child, destined for dishwater as an adult, like your mama. Don’t worry though, son. You can get highlights, too. (Not for the waiting room of your dental practice. – High five, HIMYM fans.)

The pictures, by the way, come from the talented ladies from the last Me Ra Koh workshop, where the two of us were asked to model. I hope that one day you will realize that it was your loving mother that took all the thousands of pictures of you, that I was there for your childhood. Thanks to Me Ra and the gals, you will at least have a few of us together. The sitting took place during your nap time, incidentally, and you were not the most cooperative subject. Mommy needed a cocktail after that one, for sure.

I seem always to round up these letters with the mooshy bits so here goes. My boy, you make my heart more full every day. It continues to amaze me how much I miss you when you are just napping or at your grandmas for a few hours, even when I’m happy to have the break, I still wish to have you in my arms, to sniff your head and nom nom nom your neck and your chubby little arms. I apologize for all the squeezing. I try not to go all Lennie on you, but it’s hard sometimes. When I’m carrying you upstairs to change your diaper, I take the opportunity to squeeze you extra tight and try to freeze the feeling of your little body in my arms. Just tonight I got all tear-y after I put you to bed, thinking about how one day you will grow up and leave me. I’m crazy, but I guess you know that by now.