Little Buddy turned 6 months yesterday, which completely blows my mind. Why the first six months of pregnancy can't go as fast as the first six months of his life annoys me. I am planning on having a real photographer take his six-month pictures this week, but Drew and I caught a few of him to share yesterday.
If I could sum of Cohen in a few words it would be this: the happiest, sick baby you'll ever meet.
If you follow this blog, you understand his immune system is easily overwhelmed by illness. Luckily, by the grace of God, it doesn't affect his temperament very much and he is usually overly happy.
Cohen is 16 lbs. 13.5 oz. and 26 3/4 inches long -- putting him the 50-75th percentile for height and 25-50th percentile for weight. Brace yourselves.... he is still in the 90th percentile for head circumference. That's right. My boy still has a giant head. It's just all those brains he's housing!
COHEN:
* Eats 6 ounces every three hours during the day and sleeps nearly through the night the majority of the time. Good nights he sleeps from 7:30-11, takes a bottle and then sleeps 11:15-6 or 7 a.m. Great nights, he skips the late night feed and sleeps until 6 a.m.
* Rolls like a maniac to get places, especially when trying to fall asleep in his crib, when wanting to get to Emery or when getting his diaper changed.
* Can sit up unassisted for 5-6 minutes at a time before he either a) face plants to his belly or b) rolls backward with a panicked look on his face, like HEELLPPP!
* Really wants to eat and drink whatever we have. Babyfood? Not so much. A few he usually will eat: Green Beans, Sweet Potatoes and Bananas
* Still very lactose intolerant. Dumb mom gave him a drop of yogurt at dinner this weekend, forgetting this. What happened next? Severe projectile vomiting -- which, thankfully is rare these days -- and gagging. Awesome. Note to self, must take back the baby yogurt I just bought at Sams...... and remember to pick up my brain in aisle 4.
* Loves, loves, loves, loves Emery. Have I mentioned he loves Emery yet? Emery is the one person he always wants to go to and watch. Yes, she even beats out me. He will reach to hug and kiss her, tries to hold her hands, pulls her hair and clothes, steals Percy, tries to drink her sippy cup, steals her eggs off her plate, sucks on her "blankie", rolls her straight lines of toys over (we will cover this phenomenon in a later post) and genuinely gets so excited he can't contain himself and he has to jump and talk and yell and slobber when he sees her...... if only that would last. (Wah, Wah, Wah .. I know, Mom. Insert sappy comment about how it doesn't last -- look and me and John David. He adored me and I punched him.)
Favorites:
- Soft blankets to rub his face on
- His puppy with a blanket attached he can stuff in his mouth
- Being tickled
- Anything that has to do with Emery
- His octopus toy and Sophie
- Walking in the walker across all our wood floors
- Bathtime is definitely his favorite time of day
- Watching his fingers move
- Watching Emery read him a book
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| Can't get enough of those clear blue eyes |
Not so much a favorite:
- Peas
- Squash
- Taking naps when he doesn't want to
- Pooping
- When Emery leaves him by himself
- The carseat
- Taking medicine
- Getting boogies picked
Dear Bubba (as he is affectionately called, no it's not too redneck to call him that Daddy),
You are the sweetest little boy ever. Yes. I am that mom that uses superlatives to describe her child against all others. Sweetest boy EVER. We are so lucky to have you in our family. Love your silly laugh, screeching while pooping, giggles when you're supposed to be sleeping and see me, open-mouthed kisses that leave drool down my neck, watching you and Emery interact, seeing you grow each day. You will be a heart breaker one day with that smile like your Daddy's. Use it wisely, kid.
Over and out --
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