just a little trim

So, Mom thought that I was starting to look a little shaggy and decided to give me a trim.
Here is afterwards. It was supposed to be shorter on the sides, but Mom got all weepy about my sweet baby hair falling to the floor and decided to cut as little as possible. Yes, I have a hair in my mouth. She noticed after this picture and helped me to remedy the situation.

Yoga or something

This is Daddy trying to teach me Yoga or Crossfit or something. He should take a lesson from ME, seeing as floorwork is my particular area of expertise right now. Okay, well it is pretty fun to have Daddy down here too!

All the labs came back fine

And ruled out Luke having any sort of serious metabolic disorder, which really we never thought he had. But at least now we have assured his pediatrician, and ourselves, that for the time being it is okay that he is growing slower. Our approach for the coming months will be the same as it has been all along: Keep him close to his Momma, feed him whenever he is hungry, and cherish all these sweet days because someday he will grow up!

First Sign

No picture, but as of last week I can now sign "Milk"

so far so good

Well, so far my tests have come back okay. The fecal was negative, and the one they did for protein was negative. Unfortunately there was a problem with my CBC and another part of the screening test and they had to take another sample today to redo those. Fortunately, the tech that drew my blood today was AWESOME, and kept me smiling and laughing right up to the end. I never even knew he stuck me with a needle! The repeat results should be back a little later this week.

The Great Spatula Story

Sitting on the potty

I can now sit up on the potty, all on my very own.
Yeah Baby!

not quite as hoped

Well, my six month checkup didn't go quite as we hoped. There has been a bit of an issue with my weight that Mom hasn't blogged about for not wanting to sound alarmist about a non issue. So here's the story. I was born at 8lbs, 4 oz, which is the 75th percentile. I've grown a little slower every month. At three months I was in 20th, and now at six months I am now in the 5th percentile. If I continued on this way next month I would probably be off the charts (For those in the know: Yes, the WHO charts). We've been to visit a lactation consultant who verified that I can nurse and do adequately transfer milk, and that Mom is producing well. We've tried nursing more, changing when we switch sides to make sure I get enough hindmilk, increasing the amount of fat Mom takes in (the ice cream diet!) and she stopped trying to workout. None of that really made any difference at all. In the last month I gained 280 grams ~ about 9 grams a day when I should have been gaining 15-20. My height and head circumference had been fine but now those are starting to decline percentage wise as well. So as unfun as it was for me Mom and Dad and Dr. Sevilla decided it was time to look into what is going on a bit more. Today I had blood drawn, and as soon as I poop a sample of that will be taken in as well! They are going to make sure I am properly metabolizing my milk and check to see that my liver and kidneys are doing wheat they should. Dr. Sevilla was sure to point out that if there is anything wrong (and there may not be) it is sort of a mystery because I have no symptoms of anything being wrong. I'm happy, have every appearance of good health and am spot on developmentally.

Mmm, Cereal

So Daddy was really excited to give me new food and Mom finally consented. Turns out this is incredibly tasty stuff! I nursed and then chowed down on three tablespoons of whole grain organic rice cereal. From the second bite I followed the spoon where ever it went with an open mouth ready for more.
Where did it all go? The cheerios are just for me to play with and practice picking tiny things up.

I'm Six Months!

I am officially 1/2 a year old! I have become Momma's little man on the move over these last few weeks - never staying where I'm set. I wiggle, scoot, army crawl my way over to any sort of trouble I can get into. Under Kelsea's table, pulling books or boxes down from the shelf onto my head, turning off the computer by pressing that pretty light, attempting to chew on electrical cords, chasing Emma and Jacob so that I may talk to and chew on them, sticking ANY thing found in arm's reach into my mouth - these are my joys!