Noah passed 6 months and I am so behind in writing about his milestones ... just last Friday I saw Noah's 3rd tooth and just yesterday I felt a 4th! He started swim lessons with Greg and while he didn't "love it" he didn't hate it either and I think that's a success. To see a video of his first swim lesson click here.
He's growing up so fast and while I never wanted to be a mom that said things like that, I guess people say it so much because its so very true. At his last appointment he weighed 18.6lbs and was 28 inches long. I'm only 61 inches, and I'm 30 ... he's going to pass me very soon. Well not very soon, but you get that I'm exaggerating to emphasize my point and that is, he's a big dude.
He's rolling around on his tummy all the time and he's making "dadada, duh-duh" noises and he's getting really good at eating his solids. On Saturday we started giving him green beans, but I don't think he likes them very much. He makes a gagging face and looks at me like "what the F did you just put in my mouth? I trusted you for christ's sake!" I think he likes it better when it is warmed a little, but so far he prefers the rice cereal and sweet potatoes. Next is going to be applesauce.
So, I can't believe he's 6 months old! That's half of a year! It feels like I was just rolling myself out of bed and waddling into the lecture rooms for class. Last night I was looking at the line on my tummy from where my belly first started protruding; the place that housed and grew him for 10 months (I know they say 9 months, but that's a lie, it's 40 weeks. You have to go all the way to the end of the 9th month, which is really just 10, so they should just call it that, but that's a different entry). Anyway, that line is so strange. It's not a real line, it's really just a fat wrinkle on my tummy, but I like to refer to it as a "line" because its less offensive to my already low self esteem about my current weight and squishiness.
The line is my badge of honor for carrying and creating Noah, and its hard to imagine my life without him, but at the same time it's hard to adjust to my life with him. My day-to-day life is not very eventful, but I know I'm exhausted at the end of it and emptying the dishwasher or putting a new roll of toilet paper on the toilet paper wheel thingy makes me feel like I've accomplished something. I never thought playing with a baby would be harder than any job I've ever had or any marathon I've ever run ... really just harder than anything I've ever tried. But ultimately, it's way more rewarding.
