|"What??? How did this happen?"|
Last night, every time he looked at me, he would laugh aloud in delight. Ryan was holding him, but Noah was looking at me across the room with stars in his eyes. I don't get it! I am the one who lets him cry himself to sleep for naps (he won't settle down any other way--believe me, I've tried everything), and he still adores me. It is the most endearing thing in the world.
A little bit about our boy:
-He's chunking up quite nicely. He's always been in the 50th percentile for weight, but we went for his 6-month check up today, and he has jumped to the 68th percentile (18 lbs 7 oz). That's my boy! He's 54th percentile in height (26.5 inches).
-His nicknames are "Noah Bug," "Noah Nugget," and plain old "Baby Noah."
-He is active, busy, and curious. He always has been. The very first time I held Noah, when he was minutes old, he raised his head up from against my chest, held it there for a few moments, and stared straight into my eyes. I'm not kidding. He's been really strong and alert from the first day. He's never really liked to snuggle because he is too busy arching his back and craning his neck to check out his surroundings. He loves to be out in busy places, like restaurants and the mall. When we're at home, he gets bored easily and insists on a new toy or a new environment every five to ten minutes. He'll play contently on a blanket for five minutes and then start squawking until I move him to his swing, where he'll rest for a few minutes, and then start squawking again until I give him a rattle...etc. He is stubborn and very vocal--if his squawks don't get your attention, his screams will. He makes his opinions known! (Heaven help me when he's a teenager.) I recently put a magazine in front of him, and he enthusiastically tore it to shreads. I mean, he seriously went after this thing. After he was done, he looked around like, "What else can I destroy?" (What am I saying, heaven help me when he's a teenager?...heaven help me as soon as he starts to crawl!) I recently read a book called Secrets of the Baby Whisperer, and she calls babies with Noah's temperament "spirited." I call him "spunky," "a rascal," and a bit "high maintenance." But I love him just the way he is!
-Perhaps not surprisingly, he does not like to nap. I've read book after book about baby sleep schedules, but my baby just won't conform to any of it. Before I had a child, I was sure that I would be able to read a book and immediately solve all problems. Ha. Noah has humbled me in so many ways. When he naps, it's for about 45 minutes max. I am still hopeful that we will get him into some sort of a predictable napping schedule, but every time I think he is settling into something consistent, he changes. I am not opposed to letting him cry in order for him to learn how to sleep, but sometimes he cries through the entirety of nap time and doesn't sleep a wink, the stinker.
-After all of that activity throughout the day, he is exhausted and goes to bed by about 6:30 p.m. I've tried to keep him up later so he can get more time with Ryan, but he is absolutely done by 7:00. He still protests every single time we put him to bed, but after fussing for a few minutes, he realizes that we are just as stubborn as he is, and he goes to sleep. In the last few weeks he's started sleeping all the way until morning--a solid 12 hours or so. We had to do a little "sleep training" to get him to sleep through the night, but now it appears to be a habit. He does wake up and stir and fuss every once in a while, but for the most part, he's learned to settle himself down and go back to sleep on his own. It is heavenly, and I am grateful.
-Up until this week, he's been swaddled for naps and bedtime. He got addicted to the swaddle when he was a newborn and super fussy (it calmed him down somewhat), and he couldn't seem to let it go for all these months since. He's just so darn active that his arms would be pumping wildly when he was supposed to be falling asleep, or he would whack himself in the face as soon as he was drowsy. My aunt who is a pediatric physical therapist said it is normal for babies with his temperament to need a swaddle for a long time--even until they are nine months old--but that we should stop swaddling him if we ever found him sleeping on his stomach. Well, that started happening this week, so goodbye swaddle. The last couple of days, I've been finding him in all sorts of positions in his crib--it's kind of fun to sneak a peak at night because you never know how you are going to find him. Unfortunately, he doesn't sleep well without his swaddle (he wakes up much more frequently), but he's just going to have to get used to it.
-He stopped using a pacifier this month. I don't know if it's because I refused to replace it 500 times a night when it fell out of his mouth or what. I am a little sad that we won't have the "plug" to quiet him down on road trips and in public places, but he has found other things to suck on--namely his fingers and his feet. :)
-Favorite things: 1. He loves being outside. Since I am training for a half marathon, we spend a lot of time outdoors running and walking, and he almost never cries when he's in the stroller. He seems calm and reflective. 2. He loves his daily bath and often splashes like a maniac. 3. He loves his parents. He sometimes cries when I leave the room where he is playing (this is both annoying and darling), and he grins and pants in excitement when Dad comes home from work. He has us wrapped around his fat little finger.
-No teeth yet. At his four month appointment, the doctor said two were coming in--she even showed me where, and I swore I saw it too (I am easily persuaded by health professionals...I believe anything they tell me)--but so far, no pearly whites for Dr. Nielson's son.
-Not crawling yet. He still hates being on his stomach, and I haven't pushed it as much as I maybe should. The doctor said he is definitely strong enough to crawl, but he just hasn't figured out the motion yet. I'm not in any hurry for him to reach this milestone, as I know it will make life much more complicated for me! :)
-He still spits up a ridiculous amount. It is really starting to gross me out. I am convinced that he plots "sneak attacks" and purposely slimes me. Seriously, I can have a bath towel spread across my shoulder and chest, and just at the precise moment when he is going to spew, he'll whip his head around to the uncovered shoulder and regurgitate all over it. Sometimes he'll actually spit up on the burp cloth, but then he grabs a fist full of my hair and rubs it right in the mess, just for good measure. (Thanks, Son!) And of course, the spewing isn't limited to immediately after meals when I am on the defensive. Oh no. An hour later, he slimes my freshly washed jeans or creates a nice puddle on the living room carpet. I really wanted to get a photo of him spitting up to post on this blog, but so far it hasn't happened yet. I'm always too busy reaching for a burp cloth (or two or five) to reach for my camera.
-Noah is a charmer. Two things will almost always bring a big grin to his face: 1. When he makes eye contact with someone new, and 2. when he sees that Mom has a camera pointed at him. I love this about him. When we are out in public and strangers stop to admire him, he gives them lots of gummy grins. The most common comments I hear about Noah are, "What beautiful blue eyes he has!" and "What a happy baby!" (this was true even when he was colicky and screamed all day at home). He is friendly and very interested in the world around him. Taking photos of him is so fun because all I have to do is pull out the camera, and he starts smiling from ear to ear. I am starting to accrue so many cute photos of him that I don't know what to do with them all--I feel like they should all be framed!
Speaking of which, here are a few from our "six-month photo shoot" today with Aunt Sarah! I love my little Cupid.
|A messy smooch from Mom|
|I couldn't resist...I had to give him another.|
|He's happy about it.|
All in all, I am obsessed with this child. And, really, can you blame me???
Happy Six Months, Noah Bug!!