You recently turned 6 months old. I put off writing this letter until we had your 6-month well baby visit so I could include your stats…well, at least that’s what I’m telling myself. The truth is I’ve been meaning to write this for a couple of weeks now but the cold winter weather means that we always have a fire burning and a fire burning means that I’m usually on the couch snuggling under a blanket and falling asleep by 10 pm every night. We did finally have your appointment last week where you measured in at 44 ½ cm for your head circumference (75%), 15 pounds 13 ounces (25%) in weight, and were 25 inches long (5-10%). Compared to your big brother you are 7 ounces heavier and ¾ of an inch shorter than he was at 6 months; which is almost identical to the difference between you two at four months.
Photo Credit: CaSondra Shim Photography
When the doctor walked into the room at your appointment he looked at us and said Hi guys! You looked back at him and shouted Ahhhhh! To which he declared, looks like someone has found his lungs! Yes you have buddy and as a result you are constantly squealing and babbling, just to hear your own voice. Your favorite sound though is an open mouth Ahhhhh! which is usually done at the top of your lungs and then you draw your hands to your mouth, shrug your shoulders and giggle or smile at the person who you were talking to. We have yet to find a person who doesn’t smile back when you talk to them, you’re just so happy and have a way of lighting up everyone around you.
The biggest thing that happened this month is you started eating rice cereal. We hadn’t planned on starting you before 6 months but you just seemed ready. You were constantly reaching for our plates/bowls/food and you would smack your lips together whenever you saw anyone eating. The final straw though was one morning when you were about 5 ½ months and we were all sitting together eating oatmeal for breakfast, you were perched on Daddy’s lap and he jokingly put a spoonful in your direction and asked “Hutton, do you want a bite?” I’d like to say you looked like a little birdie with your mouth open waiting for your Mama to drop a little worm in your mouth, but truthfully, you looked more like jaws. You whipped your head around so fast; your chompers just waiting for some action that I gasped because I thought you were actually going to get that spoon in your mouth. When Daddy pulled it away you were t.i.c.k.e.d. and so we decided that even if we had no plans of leaving the house that day we’d be making a special trip into town to get you some rice cereal.
Photo Credit: CaSondra Shim Photography
You also started rolling from your tummy to your back this month. You’re close to going from your back to tummy, but haven’t quite mastered it yet. And I don’t think you really care. When I went back to read your brother’s 6-month letter I’m reminded again at how very different you are. While he was busy, busy, busy at this age you continue to be much more laid back. You roll up on your side, almost get yourself over and then decide, ah, oh well, it’s nice here. We’ve also found that you are very content sitting in your highchair watching us make dinner as long as you have a few toys to bang around and stick in your mouth. Oh, that mouth, everything goes in your mouth these days. Toys, burp rags, wash clothes during bath, our hands, the sign for your 6-month picture, anything you touch really.
On the day you turned six months you found your toes. At this age you continue to prefer being held but don’t mind floor time or exersaucer time as long as you can see your brother. We also have a feeling you’ll be able to hold your own against him sooner rather than later, you love it when we make you “tackle” him and you have started to grab at him, or push him away when you’ve had enough. You love it when we blow on your tummy or tickle under your arms. You’re getting so big that your legs hang off of me when you nurse and are you’ve pretty much grown out of the sling in your bathtub. On good days you take two long naps and on bad days you won’t sleep for longer than 30 minutes at a time. Oh, and you’ve decided that you need to wake up and scream between 11 pm and 12 am each night. This new little development Mama could really do without, okay Mister? Your bottles are still about 5 ounces and you’re still wearing 3-6 months clothes. I don't know how, but you earned the nickname Meatball this month. What I do know is that you are a joy to be around and I feel blessed to be your Mama.
I love you Hutter Butts,