Today my Sammy is six months old.
Everything goes in his mouth. EVERYTHING. If I really want to make him happy, I left him tangle his fingers in my hair and pull my nose into his mouth. But I rarely make it all the way because OW!
He's a serious kid. Strangers can easily coax a smile out when we pass in stores. But most of the time he is quietly looking about, absorbing everything.
He still has that tuft of dark hair in the back. I'm surprised he still has as much hair as he does. Maybe it won't all rub off like his brother's did.
He's so curious about food. He likes everything I've given so far except one - sweet potatoes. But bananas, apples, oatmeal, rice cereal, celery, carrots, those were all happily eaten. I got the go ahead today from his doc to give him mashed up anything (except honey).
Oh my gosh, his goober grin kills me.
That old man jowl!
Obviously he's sitting like a champ. Well, he falls often enough that a pillow or person needs to be close by. But he loves sitting and playing. Tummy time still sucks. Maybe he will skip crawling and just scoot around from sitting position.
His growth measurements are still absurd. He wears size 9 - 18 month depending on the brand. He weighed 19 pounds 8 ounces on their scale (20.2 pounds on mine last week). He is 29 inches long. According to their charts that makes him 85% weight and way off the chart for height.
For fun I exported my growth charts on my iphone.
All that does is confirm that yes, yes I have big boys, and Sam has a slight edge so far. Hoo boy, no wonder my back is broke.
But that's more boy for me to love!
