six months

Dear McGosker,

Six months! We were at our neighbor's house for their annual fall breakfast followed by a trip to the pumpkin patch when someone asked me how old you were. I said, "Almost six months. No, wait! Six months today!" And that is how it snuck up on me.

You've had a pretty busy month, eating food for the first time, finally cutting your first tooth, finally (for real!) sleeping through the night. You're suddenly more interested in being mobile and considerably fussier as a result: your abilities to move haven't quite caught up to your interest so you just roll over on your belly, raise your arms and legs with vigor, and make a lot of noise.

You rolled over while sleeping for the first time this month and immediately woke up crying, so we stopped swaddling you in your tight newborn swaddle and started putting you into big snuggly things to sleep instead. For the last several nights you've been snug inside a tiny blue sleeping bag contraption with arms and a hood that was like a magic bullet for your sister; it's a good thing we cut out the bottom when she outgrew it because your legs are already way to long to have fit.

You really like to chew on your feet.

I think you might be the best snuggler ever. Especially when you're sleepy and have already gotten your fill of milk, you just curl up on my shoulder, still and content, your head against my heart. Even when you were still waking up several times in the middle of the night, those moments post-feeding were so lovely that I never hurried to put you back in your crib.

I love you!

Love,
Mama