Ezra at 6 Months



Growth & Appearance:
You weigh 19 lbs. You are 29.5 inches long. 12 month clothing today, 18 month tomorrow. Size 4 diapers.

You still don't have much for hair, just some light brown wisps up there. Your bottom teeth are now visible when you smile. You've just cut both of your top teeth.


Eating:
Still nursing about every 2 hours during the day.

You've had several pureed fruits and vegetables. To my surprise, vegetables seem to be your preference. You pant impatiently for more bites when given green beans. Peaches give you tum troubles. 


Sleeping:
You go to bed around 8:30 and get up for the day around 6am.

Consistent 3-4 hour stretches most nights. When you wake in the morning, you begin babbling before you even open your eyes.

You've settled into 3 naps a day.




Development: 
You require quite a lot of attention. You wish to be held as much as possible. When not in my arms, you explore by scooting around on your stomach. It looks a lot like the worm. You are at the precipice of sitting. You mostly still use your arms as kickstands, and can't be fully trusted to not tumble over. You're close.

You have developed distinct happy and frustrated sounds. You will communicate any opposition by grunting at me and stiffening your body. Disapprovals include, but are not limited to: putting you down, dressing/undressing you, bring you in from outside, removing you from water, denying you full view of your sister's antics.

You grab everything. All the things.

Your ideal scenario is me holding you, Daddy talking to you. Almost any interactions he gives you sends you into grins that take over your whole body and make you squirm with joy. As long as you're being held by me. Only me. All the time.

Sometimes when strangers say hello you will bury your face into me. I die. You'll even do it when you see your own reflection.

You hate car rides slightly less, but you still hate them.

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