So I've now installed a theatrical standee. I totally got suckered into this one. A $50 job! How great! That would pay for my dress for Darcy's party...except I made $10 after paying a babysitter and Emily, without whom I could not have done this 12 foot wide 8 1/2 foot tall behemoth. Oh, did I forget to mention that it took us 4 SOLID HOURS?!? No Vance, we're not taking it home when it's over.
Go by the AMC Tallahassee Mall and marvel at our hard work. And then come over here and rub lotion on my hands. If I never see a piece of cardboard again, it will be too soon.
Dear Fox, Wednesday you turned 6 months old. About a month and a half ago, I discovered a crazy mommy blog where the mommy writes her daughter a letter on the blog every month. I thought it was a great idea, so I'm copying it. (Warning - Dooce.com is not G-rated, more like R-rated- the author is a rather potty-mouthed liberal, but I admire her honesty and sometimes we think alike in the realm of mommy-related OCD things) I was planning to start this last month, but we all see how that turned out! Next month I'll start this a week ahead of time so it might get posted on time!
So back to the all about you thing. When I first started composing this post, you were napping - your second attempt at an afternoon nap is proving to be much more successful than your first. You sneaked a power nap in the car after lunch, so by the time we got home you tried to convince me you didn't really need a full nap right then. I let you roll around and talk to yourself and then fuss at me in your crib for 45 minutes, then gave in and got you up.
I keep expecting your first tooth (or teeth) to pop up any day. You've been drooling like a champ for 3 months now, but this week in particular have kicked it in to overdrive. Wednesday night you woke up after 45 minutes asleep, which was really weird for you. Compounded by the fact that Momma and Daddy were at Praise Band practice at church, and you were home with Miss Katlynn. Poor Miss Katlynn was pretty surprised at how mad you really were.
You are so happy in the mornings - this is the smile we're greeted with when we come get you - super happy boy!
I think a lot of people don't believe me when I tell them about your temper. You totally got that from me, along with every other negative aspect of your budding personality. You look just like Daddy, and you act just like Momma. It's all your Granny's fault. When I was a kid, she told me that she wished I would have one just like me. Thanks a bunch! Miss Terri knows all about your legendary temper - you threw down a royal fit when she was hanging out with you in the waiting room and I was seeing the doctor for a checkup. That's okay, she still loves you!
Today a new toy came in the mail, your first Legos. Predictably, you were at first more interested in the box than the actual toy. After a few minutes of exploring the box, you toppled over onto your belly and then discovered that there were TOYS in the box, TOYS that could be put in your MOUTH! Which of course is your latest favorite thing to do - putting EVERYTHING within reaching distance in your mouth. Your Daddy is so excited about the Legos...excited for you of course, not that he has told me to start buying you the real Legos when they're on sale or anything...no, not that at all.
You've become very adept at sitting up. I think you really love the new perspective from which you can see everything. I think you'll be crawling soon, which by the way FREAKS ME OUT! I know, you have to grow up, I think that part is cool, but the idea of you being able to get around by yourself is just a bit TERRIFYING. We'll have to have Noah Conrad come back over and show us everything you're likely to get into.
You have the best smile in the world. Everyone comments on how smiley you are. Last Friday we went up to the hospital to visit Ms. Jo and Mr. Jim. Mr. Jim fell in his garden that morning and broke his wrist and kneecap. He was in surgery when we got there, so we were able to keep Ms. Jo company in the waiting room. You not only kept Ms. Jo in a good mood, you managed to have the entire surgical waiting room smiling and laughing at your antics. You have such a sunny nature, and love to interact with people.
This is you eating squash... We started feeding you solids a few weeks ago. I wanted to wait until you were 6 months old, but Dr. Martin said that we should just go with it then because you had such an interest in everything Daddy and I put in our mouths. So far, so good. You didn't like oatmeal at first, but we switched brands and started mixing it with breastmilk instead of water, and you've come around. This is you eating the other brand of oatmeal... You really like squash and prunes (which we introduced earlier this week in response to the lack of poop - too much oatmeal and bananas!) and don't seem to mind green beans or peas.
You're finding your car seat slightly more tolerable these days. We went up to Thomasville, GA two weeks ago with Ms. Mary, and you talked the whole way there. It's amazing, I'm almost forgetting how you used to scream your head off anytime we went anywhere. Almost.
Whenever we go to Publix or any other grocery store, you talk to everyone that walks by. They all comment on what a cute baby you are, and you smile and put on quite a show. Yesterday I sat you in the seat part of the shopping cart, instead of sitting you in the carseat. You were just fascinated with all the sights you could see without the constraints of the carseat! It's hard to believe you're big enough to sit up like that on your own.
This is you and Daddy in the truck you'll rebuild together...if it's still running when you're 16, we won't have to buy you a car!
You are obsessed with trying to watch TV. We don't let you watch it, but any time we're at someone's house with the TV on, you contort yourself into all sorts of interesting positions to try and be able to see the action.
I think the coolest thing about you this month is how you're interacting with things so much more. You are now able to see what you want, and lunge toward it. You scoot around in circles in your play gym, and pass things from one hand to the other. You're always trying to help us turn the pages in your books.
This is you with your cousin Keyan in Panama City.
Superstition is your favorite song. That's right, the Stevie Wonder hit. Daddy made you a CD of funky tunes (he thought the classical music we listened to was too dull) with a good beat. You can be in the middle of a huge throw down fit, and we just walk you over to the CD player. Sometimes you calm down before we get a chance to turn the song on. Sometimes it takes a little bit longer. You've learned that song, and when the track changes, you will occasionally get fussy until we turn your song back on. It's a little creepy sometimes, how much you love that song.
I hope you enjoy this effort of mine to document more of your development. You know that Momma and Daddy love you very much, Little Man! Love, Momma
"I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm." - James Thurber
Food makes me tick. Raising the awesome son that God has blessed us with makes me chime.