One of the sweetest sounds is Brandi singing Nick to sleep at night. A few weeks ago I was rocking him to sleep and he was just staring at me, when Brandi reminded me I had to sing something. All I could think of was "Enter Sandman," by Metallica. Not exactly a lullably, but it worked.Another round of vaccinations for the little man, and barely a peep. He gave the nurse a piece of his mind, but no crying. I'm starting to think he might even be tougher than I am.
He will be crawling by the next blog. He's figured out how to get his knees under him. When he got up on all fours for the first time and lifted his head, you could read in his face, "Whoa, what did I just do!" He's already mobile via the rolling technique. Brandi left him alone in the TV room last week, and she returned to him throwing a little chew-fest on the DVDs. He had several out on the floor, and was sizing one up for taste. By the way, "The Little Mermaid" has a nice flavor. (Hey there gutter-people, none of that. This is a family blog!)
For those of you benchmarking your kids against mine (come on, we all do it!) Nick is 26 inches, and just shy of 18 pounds at 6 months. The next round of clothes have arrived, courtesy of his cousin Seth, who left alot of wear on his 6-12 month wardrobe.
New videos at right. He's got a true laugh now, which he can't hold back when his mom makes her uber-happy face. (I can't seem to get it down. The only other person who can do it is his Grandba.) I've watched the video of him laughing at Brandi more than any video to date. The smile of a child brings joy like no other. So true. He's also got the arms moving now, but not yet under control. He's swinging them most of the time, and they are like little weapons, so watch out. If he grabs something heavy or hard, steer clear.
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We're heavy into Rice and Peaches now (not together - yuck!) as the solid food is settling well with him. It's getting harder to eat in front of him as he stares at every bite you take like you're chowing down a juicy steak while he's relegated to lousy mo, and he knows what you've got is better. ("Mo" is our word for his formula, another hand-me-down from Seth, who couldn't pronounce Milk when he first started talking.) You can tell from some of the pictures he does "baby bird mouth" where he props open the target and follows the food in the air until it lands between the gums. If you sneak him a little grape jelly on your finger, you've made a friend.
He spent the weekend catching up with his Grandmoose and Grandba in town from Atlanta. Of course, that included a trip to Cabela's to rummage through the hunting gear. We picked the perfect day - every hunting nut in the midwest was there for a tent (the size of a football field) sale. So, dressed in his camouflage, we wandered for over 4 hours looking at the animals, while munching on a venison brat (me, not Nick.) He was amazingly entertained for hours and never complained being out and about that long. Something about all those guns and fishing tackle soothed him.
It's late, and I'm tired, so off to never-never land!
- Jason
