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Dallin's Half Birthday


A tub of love, as our neighbor calls him, is a fitting description. But this chub master reached 6 months last week and had his doc apt this morning. I figure he only gained a couple pounds and was exactly right. But I was surprised he only grew half an inch... I'm not sure what to think of these percentages:

Details: 21.12lb 97% // 27in 60% // 45 cm 88% // size 12-18 month clothing // size 3 shoe if one would fit // size 3 diapers should be size 4 // Blue-gray eyes // light brownish hair

Some of his favorite things: giraffe teether // pacifier // his fingers // mommy's milk // Lexi // tickles // baths // sleeping on his belly // his toes // grunting // biting // cuddles

Milestones: he reaches out for everything now // he holds his toys a lot better // he sits up on his own for extended periods // just barely started putting pressure on those chubby ankles & stands for a few seconds // got his first tooth almost a month ago // eats purees like a picky champ // reached 8 hour stretches at night but still too inconsistent. That's still his max.

So perhaps his lack of deep sleep has deprived him of growth opportunities. He still really insists he is hungry 1-2 times a night. Even on the nights we fed him solids & even after days of good naps. So he is still a mystery. No ear aches, perhaps teething pains, perhaps too cold // to hot, perhaps he needs chiropractic or mental help. He is definitely still the happiest sleep deprived child who LOVES being held, touched, talked to etc... And I'm beginning to think Lexi is more his best friend than myself. She definitely gets him to laugh the most and I love having her here to entertain him.



He is truly content in the car, outside, in his bath, sitting on the floor while Lexi entertains him, sitting in the high chair while I cook dinner, and he has enjoyed the little jumperoo we fixed up, but we have to do more fixing up if we want it to hold his weight. He does get fussy but probably only because he is hungry or tired and I don't have a carbon copy of myself. Perhaps at times he just wants to be held. Touch his definitely is love language.

He eats well unless it's something that he literally turns his nose up at. Carrots are like his torture. And they are even sweet so it surprised me! Because I can get him to eat green beans even if he doesn't love them, but for peas, I have to stick a little fruit puree on the end so that he will eat it.

Picky when he sleeps, picky when he eats. Oh dear.

But we still love him to pieces. It's just really hard to hold him for extended periods.









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