Six-month update

Last Thursday I took Sammy in for his six-month well baby check up; I expected him to be around 17 pounds but I was rather surprised to hear that he now weighs 19 pounds, 1 ounce, which is more than double his birth weight.  He's also measuring a little over 27"; Sammy's in the 86th percentile for weight and the 82nd percentile for length.  With any luck, Sammy may very well be the first male from Captain Husband's side of the family to break six feet in height (CH will owe me big time if that ever happens since Sammy obviously gets all of his awesome genes from me).  Although he's drooling like crazy, there's still no sign of any teeth in that mouth of his.  As far as solid foods go, Sammy has mastered bananas, pears, apples and carrots--peas are on the menu next.

Sammy is now comfortably wearing 12-month clothing and is on pace to outgrow his beloved bumper jumper in just a matter of a few weeks (he's practically maxed out its weight allowance); as such, I've been trying to teach him how to use a rocker--he did pretty well at first until he got too excited and bucked himself right off over the back.  We've got some more work to do in that department.

I'm trying to teach him to hold his own bottle with a little success here and there, usually only when there's something really interesting on the television, like Law & Order.

Sammy is a champion raspberry blower.  Seriously, this kid spends the better part of the day blowing raspberries.  Fortunately everyone seems to think it's hilarious (like the poor people who had the misfortune of sitting in front of him at his cousin's baptism on Sunday).

Sammy is becoming quite the animal lover.  Whenever he sees Sandy he squeals with delight and starts waving his hands in anticipation of petting her.  Here's a video of him giving Sandy an earful and blowing raspberries at her to get her attention:



Sammy has totally mastered rolling over from his back to his tummy but shows absolutely no interest at all in rolling from his tummy to his back.  He pretty much can't stand tummy time, especially now that he can sit up on his own and play.  I have a feeling that Sammy's going to be one of those kids who forgoes crawling in favor of pulling himself up into a standing position, since he's already able to stand on his own as long as he can hold onto something with one hand.  What can I say?  The kid prefers to be vertical.