This post is part of an ongoing blog circle with several other woman photographers, writing monthly letters to our children. Link to the next letter is at the bottom of this post. It’s been a great way for me to document more intentionally the connection I have with my son, born in April, despite the chaos of our daily lives!
Six months old. Where to start — you are a wild thing lately. You want to play, constantly, and we love it, but it’s also a little exhausting. You are still loving your jumping toy, and we still need the swing to calm you down for the night, but this month your interaction with these toys has grown — in the jumperoo, you turn around and play with each toy, moving everything that you can move, shaking everything you can shake; in the swing, you can reach up and grab the animals hanging from your mobile, that you only stared at in the past.
Your milestones this month leave me feeling just a little sad to be “losing” your babyhood, but I cheer myself up thinking of all the fun things to come. This month we said goodbye to nursing (almost completely, and at the end of October we will really be finished). You’ve also started eating real solid foods, purees, and the ladies at your daycare couldn’t be happier, since you are such a hungry man and they always have trouble satisfying you. You’ve eaten bananas, apples, pears, prunes, squash, sweet potatoes, green beans… you even tried a little avocado (not a fan of that one).
I hope you continue to enjoy eating, because you need to play catch-up a bit with your weight — due to your ear infections (after September’s double ear infections, you managed to have another set of double infections a couple of weeks later), you had a puny appetite and at your six month checkup you were lagging behind on your development curve when it came to weight. For height (or length, as it’s still measured by), you are still in the top 90th percentile. This continues to amuse me a great deal.
The last 5 weeks have been doctor-filled, between your ear infections, six month checkup, and visit to the ENT. I mentioned in my last letter to you that I would be taking you to the ENT if you continued to have problems, and I made good on that — but we won’t make a decision about the tubes until next month. One more chance for you to get all this fluid out, bub, and then it’s time for us to take action. Elodie can tell you, it isn’t too scary the first time, and better to do it when you’re little than when you get a bit older (and have to wait longer in the morning before the surgery without food or water). Maybe it won’t come to that… but I’m thinking we’ll be seeing more of our doctor in the next 5 weeks, too.
You aren’t quite sitting up yet on your own, but you are very close to crawling already. This weekend you started doing this little wind-up thing when you are on the floor, in which you get up on your hands and knees and just rock yourself forward & back. It’s pretty cute, but I’m trying to savor these weeks in which you are still a pretty stationary guy. Would you believe me if I tried to convince you that mobility is overrated? Even though you are still quite a ways away from pulling up, we still felt it prudent to lower your crib mattress, which feels like a milestone in its own way.
I love everything about you, Ben. Your smiles are getting even more coy and playful, and your cries are becoming “vocalizations” now. I love your tiny grip, the way you search for food, and the way you watch your sister when she sings for you. I love how you are in the process of figuring out this whole eating thing, from eating from the spoon, to holding your own bottle (or letting Elodie try to help feed you). Most of all, I love how, even with the stress of the workday and our routine, you always know the right gurgle or face to make me laugh.
Thanks for reading! Now you can click through to the next blog in our circle, and read Carrie’s letter to one of her children!