Today is Jack’s 6 month birthday. We had grand plans to wake up this morning and put on silly hats and sing to him. But instead I am lying in bed, felled by something that suspiciously resembles the flu, despite the fact that I had a flu shot. Arch is at work dealing with a work crisis that.will.not.quit.
Jack is super smiley and happy these days. One of his favorite games is to swing in his swing (I am convinced that babies love the things that you hate the most, like the swing) and kick his momma. That’s right, I sit there with him on a little stool, and if he gets close enough to kick me, he’ll let out a giggle. It seems he has inherited my husband’s sense of humor. He’s babbling and cooing all over the place and likes to make noises like the alien’s from Mars Attacks – maaarp, maaarp.
He’s starting to gnaw at things and he drools a lot, an indication that he’s teething. He loves shoving his whole hand in his mouth. It’s a super fun party trick, and he’s really quite good at it.
He is an enormous baby. So big that my back has been hurting carrying him around. He is 3 months corrected and we’re guessing that he weighs about 16.5 pounds, which makes him mammoth! We’re weaning him off preemie formula this week and starting to introduce solids this weekend, very exciting for all.
**My husband was pretty sure that “introducing solids” meant that Jack went straight to Cheerios. He brought home a box and was soooo excited to get started. He was crushed when I explained to him that it didn’t work that way…**
Arch will post pics later, sorry for such a lame post, blame it on my fever.
