The Little Man Has Made it Half a Year! Go Us!

My little Luke is 6 months old today. He celebrated by learning to speed crawl. He was pretty quick before, but he went ahead and picked up the pace today. And he desperately wanted to lick the toilet. It's shiny, what can I say? I would put him at the wall of our bedroom and then run into the bathroom to try and get something done before he caught up to me. Normally I can get toothpaste on the brush and start brushing before he makes it to me, but he was right on my heels today. To save time I simultaneously washed my face and brushed my teeth, which means that I ended up washing my face with Colgate and brushing my teeth with Lancome. It didn't taste as bad as you might think.


I miss the days when I could rely on the exersaucer or swing or bouncer to entertain my child. I finally had to just strap him into the car seat and put him at the front door so he could watch the trees outside. That one still works.


Then we went to his 6 month appointment with Dr. V. His height is still in the 90th percentile but his weight is in the 50th percentile. He's svelte. And super strong. In the exam room I was leaning him over a toy that was essentially a wooden block with some beads on it and he was lifting it up. I swear his rippling muscles would have torn open his clothes, had he been wearing any clothes. Then he proceeded to do bear walks (hands and feet) across the examination table. He has pushed himself up to that position before but has never been able to move. I keep telling him that he is a baby, but I think he forgets.

Now he's sleeping off the Tylenol and stress from all the shots. The good thing is that this was the last appointment where he receives more than two vaccines at a time. Thank goodness. I got my flu shot yesterday and feeling the pinch of the shot and the resulting soreness and thinking about putting my baby through this again and with FOUR SHOTS has stressed me out. Matt explained that the flu shot goes into mostly muscle while Luke's shots go into mostly fat, so it doesn't hurt him as much. And I'm reminded of my friend's newborn who got whooping cough and ended up in the hospital. And so I blow in his face to distract him while the nurse gives him the shots and sing I him little songs to calm him down when the shots are over. And I try not to cry along with him. I think I'm going to go join Luke and sleep off the stress from all his shots now.

Happy six months of being in the world, Little Man Johnson. We love you more than you can know.