Food, Glorious Food!

Solid food (ok, we all know it's far from solid, but it's way more solid than formula) is yummy! I've gotten really good at eating off of a spoon these past few weeks. My repertoire of foods, and of people who feed them to me, has grown tremendously in the past month. I've had applesauce, avocado, blueberries, carrots, squash, and sweet potato. I've also recently branched out from rice cereal into a multigrain mix of oats, spelt and barley (a good test of my tolerance for gluten).

I'm 6 Months Old!

Can you believe it?  Half a year has gone by since I took my first breath.  At six months of age I'm enjoying a daily dose of rice cereal in addition to my usual formula.  I also tasted some squash this week, thanks to my adventurous daddy.  I started going to daycare a couple of weeks ago.  I really liked hanging out with Mommy in her office, but at daycare there are lots of fun faces for me to look at and bunches of new toys.  I like it there and Gavin seems to like it too.  I haven't rolled over at my house yet, but I did roll from my back to my belly once on my very first day of daycare, much to Mommy's chagrin.  I'm continuing to love my jumperoo and I'm getting better control of my hands all the time.  My big brother seems to be taking a little more interest in me now that I'm taking a little more interest in him.  My half birthday is extra special because I get to spend it with my Nana and Papa who arrived last night, almost 6 moths to the day since they arrived for their last visit to welcome me into the world.

I don't need glasses...

I drink right out of the bottle!  Especially if my cousin Kenzy is holding it for me.

As of about a week ago I officially switched from Mama's milk to nothing but hypoallergenic formula.  At first it seemed to have done the trick to rid me of my diarrhea, but by Friday evening the darn stuff was back and it hasn't left since.  On to the next set of tests and hypotheses...

Lucky Me

I have a Grandma who makes sure that I have an outfit for every occasion and St. Patrick's Day is no exception.

Like Snoopy says, I'm so lucky!

Knitted by Hand

I got a wonderful surprise in the mail the other day: A hand-knit sweater with matching beret from my Nana and Papa's friend Linda.  Purely by coincidence the pink and lavender outfit I was wearing that day coordinated perfectly with my new knitwear.  Here's what Linda wrote on the note she enclosed:
"Dear Julie, I hope I didn't miss a size 'window' for Vivian. Just got busy with several family babies - 2011 was quite a year - 3 in October. We think of you often and loved your Christmas card. Gavin looked so happy!  Was Brandon tickling him?  Love, Linda & George. PS - The beret might be too much!"

What do you think; is the beret too much? 

I don't think so either!

I'm 5 Months Old!

Man, am I growing fast or what?  In the past month I've really started enjoying playing with toys and my hands have found my toes!  I'm getting better and better at getting my hands to do what I want them to do.  I've also started using some new equipment: I kinda slouch in my high chair, but it's fun to be joining the rest of my family around the table at dinner time. I have a new jumperoo that I've enjoyed exploring with my eyes and hands, but I need a 'booster' underneath so my feet can touch the ground.  I'm still suffering from green-slimy-poop syndrome, which seems to bother my parents a lot more than it bothers me.  They're still pushing the bottle on me and I really don't mind it much if it's filled with yummy breast milk, but I refuse to drink that nasty hypoallergenic formula.  I still enjoy taking baths with (or without) my big brother.  He seems to be getting a little more interested in me now that he can get me to smile at him.

Grandma Debby Did It!

Grandma withstood 20 solid minutes of serious protesting on my part today because she was bound and determined to get me to take a bottle.  I really like my grandma, so I finally gave in, latched on, and drank it down.  You know, it really wasn't all that bad.  Later on in the day I even let Daddy feed me a little bit!