I am not going to tell you the past six months flew by. They didn’t. The days have been long. Sometimes hard. But mostly amazing.
At the risk of sounding completely sappy, watching Wyatt grow and change over the past six months have been my greatest gift. Even on the hard days when I’m tired and smelly and hungry, there’s still no shortage of joy.
At his six month checkup we weighed in at a whopping 20 pounds 4 ounces. The boy loves to eat! And I won’t lie, I love his sweet little jelly rolls. I nibble his legs at least once an hour. Unless he’s sleeping. I’m not insane. Well, not completely insane.
He’s still working on a couple of teeth but he’s handling it like a trooper. Teeth ripping through his gums? No problem. Sitting in a poopy diaper for 30 seconds? End of the world.
We’ve also taken the leap into real food. He loves bananas. He’s indifferent about pumpkin. And, that’s about it. I’m trying to obey the one-new-food-a-week rule. It’s hard. I think we’re moving onto carrots next. I literally cannot wait. I wish I could get that excited about eating carrots myself.
He rolls over like a champion. It’s his main form of locomotion these days. Hey, whatever gets you from point A to point B buddy. He tries desperately to crawl but can’t quite put all the pieces together. I’m not complaining. Both the dog and I know our lives won’t ever be the same once this kid is fully mobile.
He also sits up really well, but still needs some support. I told him not to worry about it. I’m 31 and still fall over sometimes. And not always just because I’ve had half a bottle of wine with dinner.
I feel pretty blessed to have the chance to see him grow everyday. To be there for all the tears and giggles and stubborn fits and smiles. It might be insane to wish for a life filled with dirty diapers and puke-stained shirts and three-day-old unwashed hair and eating food that’s gone cold and sleep deprivation and – well you get the idea. But it is what I wished for and it’s better than I thought it would be. I’m looking forward to six more months of it.