Monday, March 4, 2013

6 Months

Six months? Already?

 Turns out, you moms have not been lying; they really do grow up so fast.

Believe it or not, this little guy has been around for over half a year now. I hardly remember what life was like without him. Now he's my regular partner in crime. The more I get to know him and his little emerging personality the more in love with him I fall. I really do feel so lucky that Brock and I get to be his parents.

Okay enough with the cliches and on to the pictures.

Few things in life smell as gross as that deer puppet. It has been drenched in spit up multiple times, but Jack loves it and sleeps with it every night. I'm afraid if I wash it and remove the scent, he'll pull a mama bird and reject it, then suddenly have trouble sleeping. Actually... writing this just made me realize how ridiculous it all sounded. I think it's time to do some laundry. Anyway, Jack used to sleep peacefully on his tummy in the middle of his crib each night...   

...but now he tends to move around quite a bit before settling in. It's cute to hear him "talk" to himself and roll around happily in there before he falls asleep. More often than not, this ends up his position of choice. Hey, whatever gets you to sleep through the night, buddy. (FYI- Jack is still a champion sleeper. Rarely do we get less than 11 straight hours out of him. I'm just hoping he doesn't start teething anytime soon because I've heard that can really mess things up.) 
Unsolved Mystery: Jack's Sleeve. Oddly enough, Jack wakes up every single morning with his right sleeve pushed up. It's always the right one; never the left. I have no idea why. We decided not to get the video monitor and I am gravely regretting that decision. I would love to know what goes on in there every night that causes him to have the same sleeve pushed up to his elbow every morning.

Jack loves sitting in the "big boy" cart seat now. We are, of course, at Costco. We've developed a shameless habit of frequenting Costco for "lunch" almost every day. And by "lunch" I mean free samples, obviously. Okay, and sometimes a churro sneaks its way into the mix as well.

Jack with uncle Joel. Not the best picture of Joel, but I am pretty sure he doesn't read this blog (or even know it exists) so I doubt he'll ever know I posted it. Plus, he goes on a mission to Taiwan in two days so I'm sure that looking creepy in my blog is the last thing on his mind.
Jack's not the cuddliest baby around these days, so moments like this these days are rare and CHERISHED. He loves snuggling up with Grammy and listening to ACDC. The "Rockabye Baby" version of ACDC. He looks absolutely huge in this picture. Partly because my mom is tiny but also because, well, he is huge.
My cousin Emma had her little guy George just a week after Jack was born, so these guys are exactly the same age! This was the first time we were able to get them together and their meet-and-greet was just as cute/entertaining as we'd imagined.

Two leaning buds, one toy pea. (Yes, it's a pea. I think it came with another pea... and a pod.)

I had started thinking that Jack was finally starting to grow some hair. Then George came around.
We went to go visit cousin Chase after he got surgery on his toe. This brave kid had a pin through his foot underneath that cast. I'm sure the chocolate milk and candy we brought him helped speed up the recovery process.
Mom of the Year! It's always a good idea to hand your child a plastic bag to play with when he's throwing a fit in Winco. This picture makes me laugh. I think my son is the cutest baby in the world, but I can fully admit that this picture is terrifying. 
Okay, the vital statistics: at 6 months, Jack officially weighs 21 pounds, is 28 1/2 inches tall and has a normal sized head. (I don't really care about or pay attention to the head circumference measurement more than that.) He is in the 94% for weight and 97% for height. I'm going to have to learn how football works because I have a feeling my future holds a lot of games.
I love this little goon. And this little goon loves that monkey.
Happy 6 Months Jack! I guess it's unrealistic for me to expect the chalk not to get smeared at this point...
...or the chalkboard to stay out of his mouth, for that matter.