six months today

Hi World!
Today is my Half-Birthday!!!


See?

I have had kind of a grumpy day, but Mom and Dad tell me if anyone is allowed to have a grumpy day now and then, it’s me.

Today I weigh 16 pounds, 5 ounces. Isn’t that awesome? Mommy says she is so amazed that even though I have inconsistent (what does that word mean?) eating habits, and I’m the best puker this side of the Mississippi, I still continue gaining a half a pound a week. She says it’s totally a God-thing. And it seems like my face is getting a little better (although it looked a little rough today).

Remember how it looked only a few months ago?




And my hands have been much better the last couple days. Mommy says she knows there will be good days and bad days. She says she’s afraid to get her hopes up. I keep telling her to chill out and embrace the miracle. Let God do what God’s gonna do, and quit pretending like you have any control over it. (Don’t worry I use my nice voice and my sweet eyes when I tell her. That crazy lady. You have to be careful with her… she’ll cry at the drop of a hat. Silly girl. But I love her. I just can’t help it.)

Like my shirt?

Mommy says it’s very descriptive of me today. I’m not sure what she means. Do I look like an alligator?

What exactly...

... is she trying to say???

Hey, look at my hair!

It’s finally coming back. Mom said I Aquaphored it as soon as she washed it today, so we embraced the Mohawk.

I sleep in my own room now.

It’s pretty cool. I have my very own big boy bed.

Some might argue that it’s not really a big boy bed, but only a crib. But I’ve never really liked Some anyway. I’m still waking up three to five times a night. Usually I only have to be fed once, sometimes twice. Mostly I just wake up crying and want to be flipped over or have my tooshy patted. Mom and Day say I’m getting too old for all that. But they just Keep. Comin’. Back. I’ve got ‘em right where I want ‘em.

I’ve decided to like my swing again. Well, actually I love it. I know I’ve been a little back and forth about it, but I’m pretty sure I’m stickin’ with it this time. Those lights are awesome. Mom and Dad put me in it every night while they set up for tomorrow’s dressing change.

And check this out...

Mom says it’s called an exersaucer. Whatever it’s called, it’s suuuuhweet. I like being up where I can see everything. Mommy hopes I start putting some weight on my feet soon. She can disguise her physical therapy as cool toys any day of the week. We all know I call the shots and am going to do what I want to do anyway and when I darn well please, so whatever. I don’t know what’s with the Dora bowl, the purple Bumbo, and the purple and pink exersaucer. But don’t worry, I continue to wear lots of muscle tees to prove my manhood.

♫ No matter what they take from me they can’t take away my masculinity. ♫

"So," you ask, "How is tummy time going?"

Well, see for yourself...

Still no. And Mommy, get OUT of my face with that camera and pick me up already! I already did my requisite five seconds!!!

This month I have learned how to make the sounds Ba and Ma. I usually only say them when I’m upset, but still, it’s something. I also know how to blow raspberries and stick my tongue in and out over and over again. I’m trying really hard to click it, but I haven’t gotten there quite yet.

I’m also reaching out and trying to touch most everything now. I can grip really light-weight things or cloths. I still can’t really hold much of anything, but I’m really working on it. I can hold my little lobster for a few seconds. I’ve come a long way just in this last month. Mommy says she doesn’t care how long it takes. She’s still just so proud of me. I’m not rolling over yet either, but Mom and Dad say I’m free to take my time on that one. I think they are really worried about what happens at dressing change time when I can do that little trick. They are in for it, let me tell ya.

I’m kind of hating baby food. I won’t open my mouth for it, and now that I can blow raspberries, I like to raspberry that stuff all over Mommy’s face. Get that mess out of here.

I will now rate the foods I’ve tried –

Apples – Delicious (when I actually open my mouth enough to get some in.)
Squash – Pretty Tasty
Bananas – Tolerable
Sweet Potatoes – Not so much. Too thick maybe?
Avocado – Don’t get me started. I’ll tell you where you can shove your…

(Sorry, I got a little carried away.)

And guess what? Aunt Kim got me a Half-Birthday present. See?

I thought it was pretty cool until daddy balled up the paper. That kinda scared me, and I started crying. She got me some cool foam building blocks. The package says they’re for building. Apparently Mom and Dad think they are for putting all over me.

I wasn't amused.

Thanks, Aunt Kim!

Mom says I’m too little this year, but her plan is to celebrate my half-birthdays. For year birthdays I get to have a party, friends, the whole hoopla. But for half-birthdays I get to choose a special activity to do with my family. I think it will really be neat. That way, since I have a winter birthday, I can do summer things for my half-birthday. Mom says she plans on spending many, many half and year birthdays with me.

Mom and Dad are so thankful for all the miracles God has already done for me in these short six months. Many people never thought I would make it to six months. Many thought I’d never come home from the hospital. But here I am. Strong. Brave. And healthy besides this stupid EB. It won’t get me down. Mommy says I’m the toughest, strongest, bravest person she’s ever met. She says I’m her hero.

She and Daddy thank God for me every single day. HE is making me who I am. And Mom and Dad think that Who I Am is pretty darn great. Blisters and all.