Thursday, December 15, 2011

Charlie, six months

Well, we've reached the halfway point of Charlie's first year, and the developmental milestones are coming at us all too fast.

In addition to being quite the rolling maestro, Charlie scoots himself all over creation and will usually wedge himself in some less than desirable spots. I may or may not have found him partially under the coffee table, couch and vacuum cleaner in the past three days alone. He is becoming steadier when it comes to sitting, and his grip is incredibly strong. So much so that I find it hard not to yelp in pain when he pulls my hair or digs his fingers into my cheek or neck.

Like his sister, Charlie doesn't know a stranger, and he had no problems whatsoever sitting on Santa's lap when we saw him this past week. He is generous with the smiles and even more generous with the drool. Still no teeth, though. Charlie is a raspberry-blowing son of a gun, and he's taken to singing—well, the baby version of singing—while I nurse him in the morning. But only in the morning. I suspect he takes after Chip and will be a morning person as well.

Much to his teachers' relief, we finally started him on solids. And while I know he is still getting the hang of the process, I am fearful that he may be a bit harder to please than Mary Clare when it comes to trying new things. His teacher Miss Neisha said he did not take kindly to the green beans she offered him. And offered. And offered some more. We'll get there, though. I am anything if not determined when it comes to getting my family to try new foods or like the things I like. Just ask Chip.

As far as the official stats go, at his six month visit Charlie weighed 15 lbs., 8 oz., and measured 26.75 inches, which puts him in about the 25th and 50th percentiles, respectively. His beautiful c-section head is 17.5 inches in circumference, which is the 75th for all you percentilers out there.

For more photos of our little man, you can check out the full November set or the December set to date.

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