Our sweet, rosy cheeked boy is six months old today and naturally I’m sentimental about the milestone. Because he is my second I know just how fast he will turn from baby to boy…and it breaks my heart. I can’t stand the thought of him losing his chubby leg rolls and gummy grin.
There is no better way to describe Owen than happy. This boy smiles big and smiles often, using his entire face to show everyone just how amazing he thinks they are. I’m not sure if it’s a boy thing, or an Owen thing, but he certainly knows how to make me feel adored. He watches me carefully and is always flirting. I return his adoring looks with belly tickles and behind-the-ear kisses. I also let him gnaw on my fingers, which is kind of a nasty habit but it keeps him happy so we’re going with it.
Another way I’d describe Owen is persistent. Let’s just say that mama is tired of his night time sleep antics but he’s been slow and inconsistent at our sleep training attempts. The boy knows what he wants (ME) and he will yell and scream loudly until he’s successful. He also knows what he doesn’t want: baby food. So far our venture into beautifully homemade purees is a big fat fail. I don’t remember it being so hard with Anna. I guess it’s true when they say every baby is different.
Owen continues to have the most amazing rockstar hair which is starting to appear blonder in the back, and his eyes are a beautiful bright blue.
Things Owen loves at six months:
- His mama, daddy and sister. (He loves to touch Anna and often lunges for her if she’s close by.)
- Sleeping on his tummy. (This discovery has transformed nap time at our house and I’m hoping it will transform the 3:00am hour too.)
- Saying, “Bah Bah Bah” (Anna’s favorite “words” at his age!)
- Nursing in the middle of the night.
- Baths, especially when sister joins him.
- Gnawing on people’s hands.
- Grabbing at the dangling duck on his car seat, or at his mommy’s face.
- Bouncing in his Johnny Jump Up.
- Making farting noises and blowing food at me when I try to feed him.
- Being held and cuddled.
Owen is just starting to sit up, although he can’t be fully trusted yet (see my Instagram for a funny video of him falling over!) and while he acts like he’s teething we’ve yet to see anything emerge on his gum line. I bought him an amber teething necklace last week and he’s been much less drooly than before so maybe it’s working? He’s also at the tail end of his second bad cold and he handled this one much better than the last. Little mister is growing up!
Happy half birthday, baby boy. We love you so much and can’t believe how much better our family is because of you.