Stats: Holy big girl. You weigh 15 lbs. 14 oz., which is the 90th percentile for your age. You are 26.5 inches tall… which isn’t even on the curve. Is there such thing as the 100th percentile?
Clothes: For the most part, you wear all 6 month clothes. Occasionally I can put you in a 3 month onesie, but only if it has short sleeves. You definitely inherited your daddy’s monkey arms.
Nicknames: Dot, dbunny, Drooly, and most recently… Pukey.
Sleep: You have gotten in the bad habit of waking up for a new diaper and a bottle between 3:30 – 4:30 a.m. Granted, that is eight hours after you fell asleep, but we still live for the occasional day you sleep 12 hours straight.
Favorites: You love to woller with your blankie, and to chew on your rings (greatest purchase ever, Michelle). We recently started putting you in your high chair – another new favorite. You can see everything from up there!
Other Fun Facts:
– You are definitely teething. You drool, you put everything within reach in your mouth, and you spit up…. often. This morning in particular, you went through four onesies before 10 a.m. Needless to say, you went naked for the rest of the day.
– Yesterday you ate cereal for the first time. We got you all set up in your high chair, put a bib on you, made your cereal…and then realized we didn’t have a baby spoon. So, we used a 1/2 tsp measuring scoop. Parents of the Year right here.
– Another huge development over the last month – you’re rolling! You go from back to belly with ease, although you haven’t quite figured out how to roll back the other way. We can’t leave you alone on the couch anymore, so that has made nap time interesting.
– Along those lines, you so desperately want to crawl. Obviously it’s really early, but you have half of the process down! You get your butt up and your legs moving, but you haven’t figured out those arms. You’re slowly inching your way around, though, so it won’t be long now.
– You had your first sleepover with Grandma and Papaw Shelton this week when momma was in San Francisco. Yes, I cried when you left. You must have been a good girl, because they want you to come back!
– You squeal. Daddy says you’re working on your high range, and it’s absolutely hilarious.
– You also powerstomp. It’s true. You are your daddy’s kid.
We love you, baby girl. Always and forever.
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