The
weeks are ticking by at warp speed. So much faster the second time around.
I realised that I can barely remember your brother at six months, though on
inspection, he had no hair!
My chilled little fellow, you've found your voice! You're all squeals and
giggles and fake laughs, though somehow you still manage to be the quieter one.
Enthralled with and overwhelmed by your brother, who smooshes all over you with
love. He's the one who makes you giggle the most.
You
can wiggle around on the ground, and although you have rolled, you'd rather
just get around by wiggling.
Teething is making you quite
miserable and in constant need of cuddles.
In fact, up until teething stole our sleep, you slept
better than I'd imagined possible. Always open to the suggestion of sleep, and
once down for the night, just slept, waking once, twice, perhaps three times to
feed.
Your happy place is in my or Daddy's arms.
You've
got sand between your toes and are usually lulled to sleep when we walk on the
shore in the late afternoon.
You ate your first food, egg yolk. No great excitement, just like you'd been eating forever. Though after a couple of tries, it is suddenly making you quite
ill, so we'll stick to fruit and veg for now.
And, I am
amazed thrilled flabbergasted to say, you are exclusively breastfed, despite a little supplementation
earlier on. After about three months, we've had no need to supplement! You are
letting me know that I’m meeting all your needs for milk. I've ditched the SNS.
And being on the 50th percentile for weight is just absolutely
amazing. This one thing is a miracle, a blessing and a relief.
Oh my happy, giggly, double-dimpled boy (two on each cheek!). You have filled our hearts to bursting, Aubrey Finn.
