James is six months old!!!
weight: 17 pounds, thirteen ounces
length: 28 inches
head: 18.5 inches
hair: lightening up
How in the world has it been half a year since he was born?! It seems like just yesterday he was my tiny little newborn curled up on my chest, and now he’s this big strapping man. Okay, maybe not a man, but he’s a solid baby now. Any traces of newborn characteristics have completely vanished.e
He still likes to cuddle, which is nice. I love holding him but it’s almost impossible to get in the kind of snuggling we’d both like. If I let him sleep on me, he’s probably take two two-hour naps a day. Since I can’t be out of commission for four hours every day, he takes several cat naps. I’d love for him to get some longer nap stretches in his crib, but it hasn’t clicked for him yet.
To add onto the no-sleeping, he’s still waking several times a night. I was really hoping that as he adjusted to teething his sleep would get better, but nope. I’m wiped out. I feel terrible for him but OMG. I am soooooooo tired, and I have to believe he is, too. Of course, you’d never know it because tired or not, the boy is always happy.
Someone asked me if he really is as happy as he looks, and the answer is yes. Even with the poor sleep lately, he’s still the easiest, jolliest baby I’ve ever encountered. We all just adore him. Even Rigby can’t get enough of him.
I’m afraid the next six months will go even faster than the first six. I’m in no hurry for him to crawl, pull to stand, walk, etc. It will be great when he does, but I am enjoying this current age so much.