Noah is 6 months old today. I can hardly believe it. According to our Wii Fit, he is 14.6 pounds and according to the cute measuring blanket that Auntie Barb gave us, he is 26 1/2 inches. Emily was 26 inches at 6 months and Ben was 27, so he is doing great on height and has caught up to other 6 month olds. He's still skinny, but I don't think he looks thin. Emily and Ben were both over 3 pounds heavier at 6 months. He is under 5% for his weight for kids his age. A little thin is never a bad thing, especially with our genes.
Here's a comparison:
He's the giant of the group now.
I think I need to get rid of the self tanning doll. Emily obviously hasn't played with her or dressed her in a different outfit in 6 months.
Noah is also enjoying his Bumbo seat.
And when he isn't using it, Ben likes it. I can't believe an almost 4 year old boy fits in a baby bumbo seat.
Noah has been giving us a run for our money at night lately. He is still swaddled at night, but he doesn't want to be. He ends up all over the crib and the blanket is all undone. Yet he can't figure out how to settle down without being swaddled. I'm trying to tough love it right now, but he's been crying in his crib for over an hour. Any suggestions?
Or maybe I should go back to listening to John Mayer.