You guys. Six months! I distinctly remember thinking when he was around two months old that six months seemed so far away. And then all of a sudden, it was here. It’s his half-birthday – that means Edison is halfway to one whole year old!
Good news: when we came home after visiting family for Christmas, we ran out of Edison’s reflux medicine. And just as the Dr. predicted would happen at some point, he was just fine. We never got it refilled, and he’s had no acid reflux issues for almost a month!
Also, right before we left to visit family for Christmas, I’d taken him to a last minute Dr. appointment. At his 4 month appointment, he’d fallen from the 48th percentile in weight to the 8th. At that appointment, days before he turned 5 months, he’d fallen even further: 4th percentile. Yikes. He still seemed perfectly happy and content, so I tried very hard not to go down the I’m-a-bad-mom slippery slope. We started feeding him a bottle of formula on occasion, and a couple weeks ago, we started some solids. At his six month check up, he was up to 10th percentile! I’m also highly amused that his height is 16th percentile, and get this: his head circumference is in the 83rd. It’s confirmed: he’s a baby genius.
He took huge strides (not literally) sitting up while we were visiting family over Christmas, and he sits mostly unsupported now. I think he’s about to start crawling any day. Still no teeth, but he’s a ferocious chomper. Watch your fingers.
It’s been fun introducing him to solids. He loved oatmeal cereal (takes after his dad), and so for his first vegetable, I started him with squash. I personally love squash, and Brian hates it, so I figure that if I can get Edison to like it, I’ll actually have a reason to buy it. Squash was a hit, and then we tried peas and apples a couple times, but the faces of disgust and shock … well, we got some great videos, but we couldn’t torture the poor kid. Sweet potatoes, another favorite of mine that Brian detests, seem pretty ok. So far, I’m winning when it comes to food preferences.
He babbles, sings on occasion, and giggles on the regular. He greatly dislikes wearing shoes, and I absolutely love dressing him up. The bow tie and cardigan he got for Christmas are my favorites, and he’s a good sport about it.