He's on the move!
I'm afraid I completely flaked out when it came to documenting Caleb's "rolling" phase. I would just like to clarify that a couple weeks ago, he could travel the entire length of the living room in about thirt seconds. Now that he's mastered "scooting" however, he doesn't roll as much. This new form of transprtation lets him keep his eyes on his target (sometimes toys, but more often shoes, wires, remotes, etc.), and he always uses the same technique - he bear-crawls with his elbows and shoves himself forward with his left leg, while his right leg trails along in the air behind him. This gives me the vague hunch that he might be a leftie. We'll see.
It's interesting to see him learning how to use his toys, and appreciate the fun in them, instead of merely banging on them or attempting to cover them in slobber. Michael commented on how cool it is that he's catching on to a lot of things. Yesterday, Caleb discovered our small kitchen (in his attempt to get around the pillow-barrier we set up around a laptop and it's corresponding wires), which abruptly leads to the bedroom. I guess the hope of keeping him manageable in the livingroom is gone. Perhaps my days of care-free motherhood are limited, and I should be preparing for the loss of my sanity. For now though, I think I'll just enjoy spending time with my curious companion
"Wait a sec... What's that cool shiney thing mommy's holding? I see that thing a lot. Not that she's so close, I think I'll take a better look."
The other day, I braved going within his reach to give him a kiss and pulled away smiling at his fuzzy figure, realizing too late that he had very sneakily removed my glasses from my face and was waving them proudly at me.
At 6 months, he now weighs 19 pounds 7 ounces, and measures 27 inches. He's a bit heavier than he is long (according to the baby percentile charts) but how else could he hang on to those glorious rolls? I make it my priority to spoil him rotten with attention and affection, and stare at him with loving eyes as often as I can. Luckily both of those goals are fulfilled fairly easily. I also try to feed him as much as he could possibly want, but I feel like he might be getting a little impatient with nursing. Or maybe I'm just getting impatient with his inability to concentrate.
He's so wonderful I can hardly stand it, much less get used to it. I think that's a good thing though, not to expect it, though it's always been the norm. That way I continue to be amazed and always appreciative, that this little boy is in my life, and that I have the pleasure of being his momma.
I wish I could say the same for that poor rubber duckie.
