Malcolm at 6 months

Malcolm Man is SIX MONTHS old.  I nearly forgot it was his half-birthday.  It was late, the room was dark, but we managed to capture his six month old self.  Babies don't keep despite my attempts to bottle him up and keep him at this sweet, lovable, squishable, phase.  

Height: 29.5 inches

Weight: 20 pounds. 

Head: off the charts, officially. By a good margin. Does this mean he has the largest head ever for a 6 month old? 

So happy!

He is just the happiest little fella!  He lights up at the sight (or sound) of his sister.  She makes him giggle more than anyone else.  He's thinking about crawling.  He gets up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth before plopping back down. He makes consistent backward progress, which is one of the few things that makes him rather grumpy. 

He loves to bounce and jump and will spend long periods of time bouncing in his jonny jump-up. He really, really loves it when we sit with him and he bounces in a circle and discovers we're still there with each revolution.  He sits up by himself and rarely tips over any more. He loves his new perspective! 

He has also mastered grabbing and putting in his own paci this month. I first noticed when I laid him down for a nap and tried to give him a paci only to discover he'd already found one and put it in his mouth. Sweet baby!  He loves to nap, and almost always goes down without a fuss. He does, however, like to get up on his hands and knees to watch me leave the room. Just to tug at the heartstrings further, he likes to whimper at me. Gah! 

He naps two to three times a day. He eats solid foods one to two times a day. He still nurses every three hours or so.  He rolls and pivots and makes his way around the house now, and it won't be long before he's chasing his big sister, getting into all her precious belongings. 

Baby model

Still a spitter! But a SEATED spitter! Sister is helpful with the pillows 

He can sit for long periods of time now! 

He does occasionally cry. It's so cute and sad. He gets lots of snuggles! 

Trying out sister's Paw Patrol hat

 It was dark because time marches on.  This so captures the craziness (and his sweetness) we were experiencing.  I realized just before bedtime that he was six months old today. We'd decided to list our condo for sale (more on that in another post), and I was trying to get our place ready for pictures. Pictures -- right. Malcolm. My son. My baby. I almost postponed for the next day when we had better light, he wasn't wearing his same pajamas that he'd been wearing for 24 hours, that had spit up and food stains on them... But I decided "this is us at six months." And this is him: so cheerful, even minutes before bedtime! I just love this chunka-man!

Look who can get his own paci now!

My sweet baby giant: finally took him out of the bassinet. *sniff sniff*