6 months is a pretty big deal. As far as milestones go, this one seems to be way up there! I mean think of all the baby gear that is labeled 6 months +. Maybe there is something magical about 6 months, and now that Reed has reached it, we've got it coming at us from all directions!Thankfully, we kind of headed a few of them off. For one, I had originally planned to breastfeed exclusively for the first 6 months, but Reed is a little man, as I have mentioned before, and he's a meat and potatoes kind of guy. So although its recommended to wait, we started the rice cereal, carrots, peas, squash and oatmeal as soon as his pediatrician gave us the thumbs up.
Sippy cups are another 6 monther. He loves to gnaw on it, but doesn't really tip it up for the water. And actually he prefers daddy's sport bottles over his own sippy cups. Water, is another one. Pre 6 months, water can dehydrate a baby!
Sunscreen can be used at 6 months, a variety of medications (if needed) are now safe, and I'm sure there are even some that I don't know about yet!
Along with the lifting of all these restrictions comes the pressure of baby's physical abilities. Is he sitting up? Is he sleeping through the night? Is he scooting? Does he roll over on both sides? I try not to be too concerned about these things, of course that would be a lot easier if he were just way ahead of the game. Then of course I wouldn't worry about it!
He sits for a few seconds at a time on when he's flat on the floor. He sits for minutes at a time on my lap, without touching me or me touching him. The difference is just amazing. His sleeping habits are pretty erratic. Sometimes he sleeps really well and other times he's up every hour in the night. Mostly I guess the deciding factor is his sinuses. He's been on antibiotic twice and he'll be perfectly fine and feel great while on them. However, just a couple short days after they run out, he has turned back into a mucus factory. Mike and I want to keep things clean and safe, but we're not anal about it. He plays on the floor at home and whatever he can get his hands on goes right into his mouth. We want him to have fun and play and enjoy normal activities. On the other hand, we're starting to wonder if allergies are the problem and I'm also very suspicious of Cautia. Cat hair is everywhere, she walks around in her cat box and then walks around on the rug where he plays all day... that can't be sanitary. So, sadly, we are returning her to the humane society this weekend. Of course, this is on top of all the destruction that befalls our belongings on a daily basis due to her malicious claws.
Enough is enough. Its just not working out.
Over the weekend, we traveled to Texas for a stage race in Mineral Wells. We stayed in Ft Worth two nights and Reed and I were excited to cheer for Mike for 3 whole bike races! The Crit was first, and I was cracking up at Reed as he watched the stream of cyclists fly by. He was stunned, there is no other word. I imagine he was thinking, "I've never seen so much spandex!"
He was a trooper and traveled better than we expected. Reed racked up his car seat time and luckily for us he's been doing so much better in his once-thought-to-be torture device. He blew up a couple times, but just to let us know that it was time to eat or be changed.
Things that make him laugh:
fake sneezing, looking away then looking at him with a sudden shocked expression, "the barking hand", tickling his tummy or neck, jumping squats (so he drops fast), peek-a-boo.
Happy Half Birthday to Reed!!
(on 2/28/11)
Yes, I sang to him :o)
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