A girl named Widget

Peas? Puh-lease! How about some real food?

Now that my doctor says I can eat some real food, well, stage one food, my parents decided to feed me some sweet peas. Ewww yuck! But it’s still food so, ya, I ate it up.

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And then there’s the video:

I am 6-months old today!

I am now officially 6-months old and I have all sorts of new stuff to share.

First, the official stats from my doctor’s visit:

Height: 27 1/4 inches (90th percentile)

Weight: 15 pounds, 15 ounces (50th percentile)

Head circumference: 44 1/2 centimeters (90 percentile)

So… I’m tall and skinny. My parents don’t think I’m that skinny though. After not poo’ing for three days, I poo’d three times the day before my visit plus once more this morning. So I probably lost a pound overnight. And, as you can see from the photo, the guy who was weighing me is holding me up, so some weight was lost there too. At least this is my parent’s belief.

But on to other things. The doctor said that I can now eat baby yogurt and Stage 1 jar foods. But since I hadn’t poo’d in three days, the doctor said I should stop eating the rice cereal and switch to oatmeal or barley.

I’m all for trying new stuff!

Stuff I can now do:

• Sit up by myself
• Grab toys with two hands.
• Use one toy to manipulate another. I sometimes hit or manipulate toys with the one in my hand. I play keyboard with a ring sometimes. And I use birdie to beat other toys closer to me in my crib. Mommy decided the toy hammer that came with my toy xylophone was getting to much use and they hid it.
• Roll over on my stomach and roll back on to my back
• Wrestle. I like to squirm on Mommy and Daddy and put wrestling moves on them.
• I hold both arms up when I want to be picked up.
• Hug like I mean it. When I see Mommy after a long absence, I reach out and hug her. I think she likes it.

What I still do:

• I like to stand, so I stiffen my legs. But I need help staying up.
• Put everything in my mouth.
• Holler like a stuck pig when things don’t go my way.

What I can’t do:

• Crawl (I know, I know). Well, if you leave me in one spot and put a toy 3-5 inches in front of me, after about a minute of odd twists and turns I will successfully reach said toy. It’s not quite crawling, but it is a form of mobility closely aligned to snails and other slow-moving lifeforms.
• Talk. Some resources say a 6-month-olds might say Mama and Dada. I say lots of things, but not that.
• Wave Bye-Bye. The same resources also say some 6-month-olds learn to wave good-bye. Not me! You say good-bye, I say hello!

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Book Fest

Of course I like my books! It’s in my genes!

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Widget vs. the sippy cup

Well, since I’ve always tried to steal Mommy’s water from her, she decided to let me use my sippy cups (a baby shower present). Daddy screwed up and took the rubbery plastic plugs out of the lid ’cause he didn’t know what they were for. Now my sippy cups leaks! These are photos of me drinking water out of my sippy cup. Don’t worry, I’m never allowed to drink very much water. The doctor says only 2-4 oz. Widget 0, Sippy Cups 1

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I love to eat… and drink!

I love to eat… and drink!

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Private moments

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Yum yum! My first food

I’ve sucked on cantaloupe, oranges and apples but never was able to bite or swallow. I loved it though. Mommy and daddy finally caved and gave me some real food. Well, banana-rice mush. But I’ll take it! Or at least I thought I would…

2 teeth!

Just days after my 4-month-old checkup, my first tooth showed up. Less then two weeks later, my second tooth made its appearance.  My mommy and daddy said, "Oh, maybe that’s why she was so fussy."  No duh! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell them!

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The above text was actually typed by me (Widget). If you’re wondering why the rest of my blog is more legible, it’s because Mommy installed Herb Powell’s Baby Translator (Patent No. 214661767) plug-in into this blog. She turned it off for this post.

I am 4 months old today!

Boy, time is moving soooo sloooooow…  It’s been four months since I dropped into this world and it’s still just eat, sleep, poop, you know the drill.  I haven’t even been to Disneyland! But mommy and daddy continue to act surprised at anything I do and are shocked that IT’S BEEN FOUR MONTHS!

I went to see my doctor yesterday and got 5 (!!) painful vaccination shots. But it happened so quickly (all five in under 30 seconds) that I forgot about them as soon as I left the doctor’s office. I was sad though, and mommy and daddy felt sorry for me so someone held me for the rest of the day. My parents are grateful that Texas grandma and grandpa were there to lend some arm muscle.

So, I guess all my fans will be interested to know what has mommy and daddy so excited.

Here are my new stats:

Weight
14 pounds, 8 ounces (75th percentile)

Length
25 1/4  inches (80th percentile)

Head circumference
43 centimeters (90th percentile)

Curious about my progress? Check out Month 0, Two weeks, Month 1, Month 2 and Month 3.

Some new things I do:

I like to type on my daddy’s keyboard so much that he gave me my very own (although no computer attached — boo!)

I grab toys with both hands. In the past, this really upset me because my hands did not do what I told them to do. Now, I not only grab the same toy with two hands, I can grab my pacifier and take it out of my mouth. Putting it back in is another story though (Watch the VIDEO).

I like to drink from mommy’s water bottle. She only gives me a few drops at a time though. Finally she just gave me my own little baby bottle. Most of the water spills out on my shirt — I guess I just get too excited.

I can feed myself. Sort of. I can grab my bottle with both hands but sometimes milk doesn’t come out. Daddy says it’s because I’m not holding the bottle up high enough.

My feet are really sweaty. This really isn’t new but Mommy and Daddy didn’t notice before because they always forced me to wear socks. Now, they let me run free in my bare feet, which leaves pools of sweat everywhere I stand. The doctor says it’s hereditary and my mommy says ‘Don’t look at me!" My doctor says I’m really going to hate my daddy when I’m a teenager for giving me sweaty feet.

My first tooth is coming in. Mommy says "Ouch!"

More photos of recent days: 

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