Twenty-five weeks, that is. You hit the 2-5 mark last week to much festivity, Tatum. There were parades! Parties! Fireworks! Okay…so that was all in celebration of July 4th. But this coming weekend you’ll be SIX MONTHS OLD, and that’s pretty worthy of celebration in my book!
The past month has seen some mighty changes for you, big boy. You’re VERY close to crawling. As CeCe puts it, you’re “creeping”—the stage right before actually crawling. You get up on your hands and knees and scoot yourself backwards across the floor with alarming speed. I can no longer walk away and expect you to be on your quilt when I return—more likely, you’ll be across the room trying to figure out how you got there!
You love solid foods. Sweet potatoes seem to be your favorite so far (the homemade kind) followed by apples, carrots and peaches. You don’t care for bananas at this point—I think the texture gets to you—and green beans actually make you gag. I’m going to keep trying though, I want you to be a fan of beans just like your mommy and daddy! Instead of half-heartedly gumming the food around in your mouth, you now lunge forward like a shark and devour big mouthfuls. One of the reasons I think you’re enjoying solid foods so much is that you have a chance to exercise your TOOTH!
Yes, that’s right. Your first tooth popped out about a week ago. The bottom right front tooth has made its razor-like presence known, and it appears that its neighbor won’t be far behind. You continue chew on everything in sight, and your gums bug you terribly.
Other than that, you’re still grabbing and touching and babbling and talking and being your sweet, charming, goofy self.