So Timmy is now six months old. Actually, he’s almost seven months old, but hey, that’s how it goes when you’re #4.
We just had his six month check-up this week. He’s still a rock monster, so I figured he would be easily over 20 lbs. But nope. 19 lbs. 5 oz. He’s only in the 75th percentile (instead of the 90th, where’s he been since 1 month old). And I figure as he starts moving, he’ll just even it all out anyway.
Still he’s getting too big for the infant carrier (or at least for me to carry in the infant carrier), which means we’ll have to get a convertible seat, which means we’ll have 4 kids, 4 and under, in 4 convertible seats. Sheesh!
Speaking of moving, though, Timmy is making good progress. He’s sitting like a champ, getting very good at balancing. He has all the correct positions that will lead to pushing himself with his toe, pushing up onto his knees, and scooting. He’s not quite there, but I can clearly see it in the near future. He does manage to roll himself to various places when he’s on the ground. And he is getting very good at standing when you hold him up. Of course, with legs the size of tree trunks, like he has, balance is a piece of cake. So I won’t be surprised if he doesn’t spend much time on his knees and heads straight to pulling up.
Timmy loves to eat from a spoon. LOVES it. He likes fruit and peas and oatmeal. He hated beans. Hated them. And the way he watches us eat and drink, he seems pretty certain we are holding out on giving him the really good stuff. And, of course, we are. 😉
Unfortunately, he is still not sleeping through the night. Sad for me. I have no good idea why. Even Dr. LaMonte couldn’t figure out any obvious things that would cause it. So maybe it’s just the non-air conditioned sleeping arrangements. Or maybe he just likes hanging with me at 3 am. But either way, we are still working on that one.
Timmy is still just the happiest little dude ever. He is just a smiler. His super-grin made this little old lady’s day at WalMart this week. She talked to him, he just grinned back at her, and she was so pleased. It was very sweet. He jabbers at us a lot, too, but with all of us talking around him, I think he’s just practicing trying to be heard.
He loves to have is back rubbed, long strokes from neck to tailbone. And swinging. He LOVES the infant swing Eric hung up for him. Both of those things will put him to sleep, too. He enjoys snuggling and his siblings and sitting on our bed (no idea why, but it’s his favorite place in the house). He plays in his exersaucer, on the floor, in his high chair. And he’s pretty much done with his bouncy seat and swing. Putting those away will mark the end of an era here…strange, but also cool because it will mark the beginning of an era, too.
