Dear Avery, At six months you are a vibrant and curious little buggy. Developmental drumroll: the day before Thanksgiving I felt the just barely there tip of a bottom tooth. You now have two unmistakable lower teeth. The day after Thanksgiving you experienced your first taste of solid food (if you can call it that - rice cereal, blech!). You sat in your Bumbo seat ready for action and sure enough you opened and closed your mouth in time with the spoon. A champ! Since that time you have tried carrots, parsnips, apples, and butternut squash. Your first taste of the squash caused your entire face to wrinkle up. It must have been a shock to a system only used to breast milk and cereal. Since that time your palate has adjusted.
You can roll over from tummy to back and then back over. You sit up now unassisted. Occasionally you will tip over which results in a few tears if we don't catch you in time. You love your jumparoo and bounce around happily for hours (well 20 minutes - I'll take it!) The other night your brother was jumping on the coach with the cushions off and you watched him beside yourself with excitement and giggles bouncing right along.
You coo and talk (mama sounds and other coos). Laugh and giggle. Your signature laugh is a silent one with occasional sucks of air that let us know that you are indeed laughing. You are a determined reacher and grabber. If something catches your eye - watch out. You have knocked over glasses, pulled chunks of hair, and nearly yanked my necklace from my neck.
As was your brother, you are, generally speaking, a mellow, calm, and happy baby. But, when one spends a bit more time with you they will see that you also have a fiery streak. Out of the blue you can go from mellow to downright hysterical. You practically shriek from the top of your lungs. It can be a bit embarrassing out in public. It definitely makes me scramble to assist you in whatever way I can. Which, I suppose is the point. You, in other words, are good at getting your needs met. You have a voice, a strong one. I hope you always do.
You still, and I am sure you always will, think Zealand is the coolest thing since breast milk. Your eyes follow his every move. When I am feeding you if he gets anywhere close all bets are off. Your head pops off and you crane your neck toward wherever he is. Zealand gets a kick out of this and says in a funny voice, "Ohh baby is watching me.."
I should say too that your brother has grown very fond of you. After the initial shock of having to share his mini world with another dependent being wore off it has been a steady progression toward welcoming you into his life. He often will bring your toys to you and he becomes very concerned when you are crying. Sometimes I have to assure him that you are just trying to fall asleep. Also when I am cooking or otherwise busy I ask him to run into the other room to let tell you that it's okay and mama will be right back. You are always eager to do so and it brings a smile to my face to hear your sweet voicing saying "it's okay baby waves mama will be here soon."
We love you little bugs and you are teaching all of us new lessons everyday in caring and loving. Love,
Mama
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