Jan 26 2009
Six Months
I look at the title of this post and I’m still slightly in shock that my son is now six months old. Half a year. With Ryan, there were numerous differences in character and ability with that six-month mark, and Noah is following suit. He loves to stand (and I love it when he stands as well simply because I get to see the dimples of chunk in his knees and thighs as he extends those legs of his), he recongnizes me instantaneously and his arms and legs exclaim his glee as they swoosh through the air. He’s reaching for everything now. I have to watch my dinner plate or it skids across the table in the flash of an instant as he insists on sitting in my lap when I’m eating. He’s rolling over in both directions and that bum of his has aspirations of hitting the ceiling from time to time when he’s on his tummy…whoosh…there it goes! Chest to the floor, bum lift-off. He had his first taste of rice cereal on Tuesday and decided it was fun to blow raspberries as the spoon hit his lips. What a mess! :) And he loves his big brother. Man, does he love his big brother. At times, Ryan can extract the giggle of giggles from Noah that not even I can seem to pull from his belly. Watching the two of them together fills me with utter contentment.
And on a completely different note, six months seems to be the marker for my boys and thier penises. Yes, you heard me right…what is it with a boy and his penis? Noah was in the tub with Ryan tonight, sitting in his bath chair. Relaxing, back against the chair, feet dangling out, and…yep…he found it. There he was, a look of complete concentration on his face, tugging away. Memories pooled. Ryan was six months when he first found his penis as well…and it hasn’t let up! Ha! I took Noah out of the bath shortly thereafter and the poor guy was red from his explorations. Well, that surely didn’t deter him, and I imagine I’ll find him tugging away come next tub time 
The six month mark also means a six month appointment with the doctor. I have a very healthy boy on my hands. He’s hitting all his milestones and you would absolutely never know that he was a preemie unless you were told. 21 pounds and 3 ounces. 28.5 inches long. Whoah! You go, Noah!
Six months. It amazes me. It saddens me. It fills me. And it makes me so very proud.
